Su Ming'an opened his eyes.
He stared at the dark ceiling, recalling the meeting that had just taken place.
These nightly high-end meetings were extremely beneficial for him.
As "Number One," the highest ranked among them, the other eight participants always considered his opinions. If he could take the opportunity to propose plans that favored his side, he could subtly manipulate the overall situation.
He closed his eyes, sinking back into sleep.
The night breeze blew across his cheeks through the window screen, and he wrapped the blanket over his head, turning his back to the window.
Perhaps because it was deep into the night, the sounds of gunfire and battles outside had ceased, replaced by a melody similar to piano music, someone was playing an instrument.
