"He arrived in Hulmatu yesterday with a few staff officers, saying he was 'getting familiar with the situation in advance.'"
Song Heping's eyebrow moved almost imperceptibly.
Naxin's early arrival was both a gesture from the Persian side to show "active cooperation," and an unspoken pressure and surveillance.
Such is the demeanor of the Persians.
Arrogant, sensitive, and somewhat suspicious.
Jiang Feng hesitated for a moment, but then spoke: "Old squad leader, I have a question, not sure if I should ask. I'm a bit apprehensive."
"Go ahead!" Song Heping's tone was relaxed: "What can't be said between us?"
"Over the past two years, we've used the existence of 1515 to maneuver among Baghdad, Tehran, and even the Americans to establish a foothold. Now, to suddenly make a serious move, to decisively clear them out… isn't it a bit hasty? Once we remove this thorn, won't our value in the eyes of some decrease?"
