The message delivered

01:00;

"Ugh!", the skinny boy groaned in pain as one of Lu Wei's bodyguards punched him in the face. "Who directed you to hack into President Xi's system?!", the well-built man yelled out, bending his fingers in to form another punch. It was strange, he thought, how a nineteen-year-old kid was so tight-lipped about his employer. 

Just then, the sounds of shoes clicking against the concrete floor resounded across the dull yet huge hotel lobby. Cautiously, the bodyguard stood back straight and pulled his gun out. Only when his Boss's face appeared in his line of sight did the man relaxed, loosening his grip over the weapon. "Evening, Sir.", he greeted the man with a bow.

"Evening.", Lu Wei responded, "Any progress so far?", he questioned, looking at the injured Chan Hyun calmly.