Charlie’s cold demeanor left Asher feeling a deep sadness in his heart.<fn8162> Updates are released by find?novel</fn8162>


    Li Yalin, a brother to him since childhood, had tragically passed away today due to Asher’s own affairs. The weight of this loss waspounded by the fact that he could not even share the news with his family. How could he possiblye to terms with such a reality?


    Despite the overwhelming grief, he reminded himself that he was no longer the three-year-old child he once was, nor was he one of those sheltered individuals untouched by the harsh realities of life. He understood all too well that the current situation was far beyond his control.


    Survival itself felt like the greatest stroke of luck; what more could he possibly hope for?


    All he could do now was to take every possible step to assist Li Yalin’s family after the tragic events of the day.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Thus, he nodded earnestly and replied, “Thank you, sir. I understand now, and I will follow his instructions!”


    Charlie’s firm tone was intended to eliminate any lingering doubts in Asher’s mind and to ensure he would act exactly as instructed.


    Once he sensed that Asher had embraced the reality of the situation, he simply closed the door behind them.


    Afterward, Charlie pulled out his mobile phone and called Abbas as he made his way toward the elevator.


    When Abbas answered, his voice was filled with concern: “Mr. Wade, how may I assist you?”


    Charlie informed him, “Abbas, I need you to send the soldiers stationed in New York to Miss Sun’s performance venue. Just now, over 20 militants attacked An’s family, and I managed to eliminate them. I need your help with the aftermath.”


    Abbas, taken aback, replied, “Mr. Wade, are you alright?!”


    “I’m fine,” Charlie said nonchntly. “It’s just that there are too many bodies to handle on my own.”


    “I’m on my way!” Abbas eximed, eager to assist.


    Curiously, Charlie asked, “Haven’t you left New York yet?”


    Abbas exined, “Mr. Wade, my team hasn’t departed. I’m currently in negotiations with a long-time equipment dealer in New York to purchase heavy machinery for transport to Syria.”


    He continued, “Most of Wanlong Pce’s soldiers left for Syria this morning, so I only have a dozen people avable. Will that be sufficient?”


    “That should be enough,” Charlie reassured him. “I’ve asked Fei Kexin to send some personnel over. She is well-connected in New York, so staffing shouldn’t be an issue.”


    Relieved, Abbas responded, “Understood, Mr. Wade. Your team will be there shortly.”


    Charlie instructed, “Alright, prepare more body bags. I’ll wait for you here.”


    He noted that people were arriving to collect Li Yalin’s body.


    After ending the call, Charlie removed his thin coat and draped it over Li Yalin’s body, channeling some spiritual energy to preserve his state.


    Then, he dialed Fei Kexin’s number. She answered almost instantly, surprise evident in her voice: “Mr. Wade!”


    “It’s me,” Charlie said. “Miss Fei, I need your assistance with something.”


    Without hesitation, Fei Kexin replied, “Mr. Wade, please let me know what you need. I’m here to help!”


    “I’m at Miss Sun’s performance venue and have encountered a small issue. I need you to bring enough people to secure the entrances and exits of the VIP area,” Charlie exined.


    Fei Kexin assured him, “No problem, Mr. Wade! I’m nearby and will bring a team right away!”


    After hanging up, the concert featuring Stefanie Sun officiallymenced.


    Unaware of the chaos, Stefanie appeared on stage dressed as a futuristic soldier, igniting wild cheers from the audience.


    Seeing that the performance was going smoothly, Charlie let out a sigh of relief.