Yanjing.
Liang Xianghe was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea. On the small square table lay a map of Japan, intricately detailed, with even the smallest of locations marked without omission.
This was an internal resource map of the Central Guards Brigade, updated every six months and unavailable on the market.
Liang Xianghe's eyes were fixed on the map as he picked up his teacup with one hand. Just as he brought it to his lips, he felt a tinge of unease.
He suddenly turned his head and saw a scruffy middle-aged man walking up from behind.
Liang Xianghe frowned. Seeing Lin Jingzhan at this time and place was unexpected yet somewhat reasonable.
"So you just come and go quietly, huh?" Liang Xianghe remarked.
"Showing off, are you?"
Lin Jingzhan sat across from Liang Xianghe and poured himself a cup of tea, seemingly unconcerned.
