The communication between Xu Tui and Koopman in the office could not be more ordinary.
"Mr. Koopman, this is the letter that your friend asked me to pass to you." Xu Tui handed over the chip that Shamera had given him, which he had studied with An Xiaoxue many times.
Ah Huang had even analyzed the data in the chip. Unfortunately, it was useless. He used a random and disorderly code book. From the current language of the various sectors, 6,000 to 20,000 words were randomly drawn to form a brand new code book. There was no possibility of cracking it.
"Was he all right when you saw him?"
"Not too good, but he should be safe."
"Did he say anything else?"
Xu Tui shook his head.
"Thank you!" Koopman nodded, then asked, "What would you like to drink, coffee or tea?"
"No, I'll take my leave first."
"Can we add each other's contact details?" Koopman suddenly asked.