When Song Heping left Haymour's house, his palms were sweaty on the passenger seat.
Last time he sweated like this was when he and Ah Guan were attacked while delivering goods, it had been a long time since he felt this way.
His fingers even seemed to tremble slightly.
Could they not tremble?
This was a big deal involving fifty tons of gold, damn it!
Oh, no!
To be precise, this was a major heist involving fifty tons of gold.
Wasn't it?
This was a robbery.
No doubt about it.
While negotiating with Haymour, a rough outline of a plan had already formed in Song Heping's mind.
But this outline was huge.
Huge enough that many details needed to be thought through alone in his room, carefully considered.
Every single detail was a matter of life and death.
He had specifically instructed Samir to keep everything secret.