The sun remained scorching, the sea breeze still carried a salty tang, but the atmosphere on the terrace had frozen.
Henry stood beside Song Heping, aware of the significance of the situation, yet unable to solve it. He could only hold his breath and await orders.
"Henry."
"Boss."
"A few tasks."
Song Heping's voice returned to absolute calm: "First, inform all our people in Sudan, Sena, and Libya to immediately raise the alert level and enter a state of readiness. Even though our relations with these governments seem good, never trust anyone, not even so-called friends."
"Understood!"
Henry seemed to catch the implication in Song Heping's words and nodded repeatedly.
