When the driver got into the car, his expression was calm, as indifferent as the sand dunes outside the window. In fact, he wasn't thinking much. As a retired mercenary, he had always been responsible for Van's security in Africa. Although they only met a few times a year, he understood Van thoroughly—this man was composed, reserved, and well-mannered, making it clear that he would never do anything inappropriate in the car.

The car continued moving, and the driver could faintly hear ...