"Gao Yang, it's been three days, what's Zhang Qinghuan doing? Have you figured out his whereabouts?"
On the phone, Dragon Pattern Gang's boss, Chen Yidong, sounded clearly impatient.
Gao Yang hesitated for a moment: "Boss, you might not believe this, but he's been going door to door persuading kids to go to school, one building a day, just canvassing, nothing else."
Chen Yidong was taken aback: "Are you trying to fool me with this nonsense? Are you betraying us?"
Gao Yang explained: "Not yet... I mean, boss, listen to me, he really hasn't done anything proper in these three days. It's not just him; the whole Arts Syndicate seems to have quieted down, nobody's doing anything serious."
"How many leaders are there in the Arts Syndicate now?" Chen Yidong asked.
