Chapter Two: A Name Worth Fifty Thousand

She raised both hands. A fresh address was written on her palm. “If I meant to sell you, my lawyer wouldn't have filed your order. The back exit closes in forty seconds.” They slipped through the kitchen into an alley and climbed into an ice truck. As the doors shut, Su asked, “Do you truly trust Lin Wanxing?” Shen closed his fist around the ring. “I trust the questions she left.” On Su's screen, the invitation refreshed with a countdown: FORTY-EIGHT HOURS UNTIL SHEN YAO'S FUNERAL.