Chapter Three: The Countdown Is Not for Sale

When Xie Linchuan said “death dates,” the band reached the quietest beat of its song. Jianwei took champagne from a waiter without glancing again at the old man. “Does a partner at Luminous Capital usually introduce himself by frightening women?” “Usually with a card.” Linchuan offered a plain white one. “But you looked above Zhou Chongli’s head first.” Zhou founded Hengfeng Logistics and once controlled the bonded warehouse. Public records said he had retired, yet he was here as a limited partner in a Luminous fund. “His hair was interesting.” “When did your seventy-two hours begin?” Linchuan asked. Her pulse tightened. He knew the Lens. “What do you want?”