chapter 125 No gain, no early rise

Tianhe Commercial Building parking lot. A white Maserati slowly and steadily parked into the parking space. The car door opened and Wally Yare got out of the driver's seat. Then he walked to the passenger seat on the other side, opened the door, looked at Wallace Scull with a smile and said, "How is it, are we on time now?" Only sixteen minutes had passed. In other words, there are still four minutes before the press conference begins. Of course I caught up. Logically speaking,...