"Speak."
"At around six-thirty, a Mercedes G550 with Liben plates entered the hotel using a special pass, without undergoing detailed inspection. The driver and passenger were both Caucasian males, the passenger was around forty-five years old, with dark brown hair, wore rimless glasses, dressed in a dark custom suit, and carried a black leather briefcase. Our external observer managed to capture a blurry photo, which has been sent to Henry's channel for identification."
Song Heping tucked the dagger into the hidden sheath inside his belt, buttoned up his suit, and turned around to check in the mirror.
"A Mercedes G-class with Liben plates, special pass, a suit-clad man with a briefcase." He sneered: "Eight times out of ten, he's an arms dealer. With the Middle East as chaotic as it is, which of those independent arms dealers from Liben Beirut wouldn't want a piece of the pie?"
"Do you need Henry's side to expedite the investigation?" Jiang Feng asked.
