C95 A Passive Choice

The night deepened.

Wu Yue glanced at his phone on the desk; it was already eleven o'clock. Typically, he'd be throwing around money at the casino or indulging in the nightlife of L City. He never imagined he'd be burning the midnight oil at work.

He massaged his arm and looked back at the four equally busy individuals behind him. All the senior members of the Uprising Force were present