Robbin took the tablet and quickly skimmed through the information on it. His fingers glided over the screen, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
"A shell company, inviting a mercenary leader to Washington," Robbin muttered to himself, "Who's behind this company?"
Lemont walked over to Robbin's side, also looking at the screen.
His mind was racing, analyzing various possibilities.
"Strange..." Lemont said, "What's that yellow-skinned monkey doing in the US now? He has no business over there..."
Robbin did not answer.
He looked out the window, a slight smile slowly appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Lemont." He suddenly said, "What do you think... if something happened to Song Heping in the US, what would happen?"
Lemont was silent for a moment, then said, "Song Heping's identity is just a merchant, what could happen?"
