Truly, a nerve-wracking fellow.
Sometimes, Vincent felt that competing against Song Heping was exhausting.
This guy...
Even harder to deal with than Brother Deng.
The shrill ringtone of the private encrypted phone exploded like an alarm, flashing "Simon" on the screen.
"Director! Turn on the TV immediately! Any news channel! Right now!"
As soon as he picked up the phone, Simon's voice came through impatiently, so sharp it was almost distorted.
Vincent's heart sank abruptly, and a foreboding seized him in an instant.
He quickly walked into the study, grabbed the remote, and pressed the power button with slightly stiff fingers.
The large LCD screen lit up.
Instantly, Chambers' face, flushed with anger and filled with moral judgment, appeared on the screen, along with his resounding accusations— "Secret arms shipments... supporting warlords with terrorist backgrounds... exacerbating humanitarian disasters... betrayal of the war on terror..."
