This person was exceedingly calm, unnaturally so.
A regular person taken by the National Security Agency would be nervous, scared, and eager to explain themselves.
But not Song Heping; he carried himself as if he were in a business negotiation, carefully evaluating his options and seeking a breakthrough.
Furthermore, he requested the NSA to make a phone call for him.
This was highly unusual.
Either he's mad, or...
This guy truly has confidence.
"The number," Director Li said.
Song Heping recited a string of digits.
It wasn't a mobile number, nor a landline—it was an eleven-digit number with a peculiar format.
The young woman quickly typed it into a tablet and then looked up, "This is... an internal number. An encrypted line."
The elder's face changed.
Director Li stared at Song Heping for a full ten seconds.
Then he told the other two there, "Watch him, I'm going out for a bit."
With that, he turned and left the room.
He wasn't gone long.
