The next day, Silver Island.
Allen Zhang woke up from his sleep, stretched lazily, and felt refreshed. The first thing he did was take out his phone to check it, only to find that Old Jack had sent him a new message at around three in the morning, along with an audio clip.
Curious, Allen Zhang clicked on the audio clip. The sound was muffled, like someone speaking under a blanket, which felt a bit puzzling. He immediately sent a message to Old Jack.
Allen Zhang: ?
After sending the message, he intended to get dressed and freshen up, but Old Jack sent another message to the General Sect Leader the very next second.
Old Jack: You're awake pretty early. Good morning.
Allen Zhang: Shouldn't I be the one saying that? I've gone through the preliminary tasks and detailed steps you sent. Nicely done. If I'm not mistaken, the target should've been flown out by now, right?
