Hong Kong. The Jiang family estate.
An Ning entered with a group of men in black, frightening the household servants into scrambling out of her way.
"Don't be afraid, everyone. I'm one of the good guys."
After introducing herself as such, An Ning went upstairs and unerringly found Uncle Jiang's room.
KNOCK KNOCK— Two knocks on the door, but no one answered from within.
The former Secretary Hao squeezed through from behind her and bowed. "Mr. Jiang is unwell. There's no one inside."
An Ning ignored Secretary Hao and called out to the door, "Uncle Jiang, it's An Ning. I'm coming in."
With that, she pushed the door open, walked to the bedside, and smiled faintly as she smoothed out a wrinkle in the bedsheets. "This is a rookie mistake. I expected better from you."
"You rascal, you're just amusing yourself at my expense."
Uncle Jiang, who was supposed to be in a coma, flipped over and sat up. He didn't look the least bit unconscious.
