Three days later. 

Qin Xiang stood before the French window in his office and sipped tea from a fancy teacup as he admired the view outside. It wasn’t actually much of a view - it was Thunder Horse Manufacturing’s premises. His gaze fell upon the single-storey houses by a warehouse. Xia Lei’s personal workshop was in one of them. 

Xia Lei’s workshop door was closed and the windows were covered by thick, opaque curtains. No one on the outside could see in.  

A faint smile appeared in the corners of Qin Xiang’s lips at the thought of Xia Lei. “That guy has been busy these past few days; he didn’t even have time to take care of his hair. I want to cut his hair for him… How do I ask?”

At that moment, a Hongqi limousine suddenly drove through the main gates. It had Jing-Du license plates. 

Qin Xian started, then fished out his mobile phone and called Xia Lei. “Lei, the Jing-Du person is here!” 

“Who?”

“That guy from China Industrial Group - I forgot his name,” said Qin Xiang as he watched the person get out of the car. 

“I got it.” Xia Lei’s voice came from the phone. 

“Then why haven’t you exited your workshop?” said Qin Xiang anxiously,...