'Another "tomorrow."'
What was the point of that Indigenous People's meeting?
It was a waste of time and energy, and it didn't bring about any real change.
Things were still the same as they'd always been.
A sense of inexplicable irritation rose in Feng Shan. He pulled out his phone and directly called Chief Bird in Fairbanks.
The phone rang a few times. When the call connected, the sound of loud music and women giggling came from the other end.
A moment later, the music and the women's voices vanished, replaced by Chief Bird's low, serious tone.
"Buddy, I'm in a last-minute meeting. What's up?"
'A last-minute meeting?'
'Meeting my ass.'
Feng Shan pursed his lips and gazed at the moonlit river. "Something's come up. I'm in Mangting Village in the Inland Region. Some people used weapons in an attempt to kidnap and rob me. I've apprehended them on the spot. Now I need backup. What should I do?"
