"Hello, this is Hawke." Standing beneath the towering high wall, He Ao quietly spoke into his wristband.
Upon hearing He Ao's voice, a voice even older than his came from the other end of the line, "I saw the wanted notice. I couldn't reach you on your old number. How are you doing now?"
"I'm okay, no problems," He Ao calmly replied, "The Menshu Group won't really come after me. The conglomerates are not united, and for now, I am not their target."
"You've always been sharp about the situation," the raspy voice on the phone remarked, "So what do you need me to do?"
"The current director of the Intelligence Bureau," He Ao asked softly, "Do you know him?"
"Yes, but not very well," the raspy voice replied, "Although I conducted a large-scale purge of the Intelligence Bureau under the pretense of assassinating the President, I actually never gained control of the bureau. You know, my roots weren't deep, and I needed support back then."
