Standing in front of the ceiling to floor window of his hotel room, Ruan's tall figure focused at the bustling X city. His right hand dipped in his pants pocket while the other clutched a file.
He gazed at the scenery outside, his eyes focused at a particular spot, yet looking at nothing in particular. No one could tell what he was thinking about, neither could anyone predict his next move at that moment.
The hotel's insulation was quite good, so his room was quite, as quite as a grave yard, while on the desk of the study room, steam rose from the cup of coffee that had been placed on the table. Few papers were scattered on the desk. A fountain pen lay on one of the papers quietly and nothing moved, only the steady sound of Ruan's breathing could be faintly heard.
The bustling X city di
