Borisin looked at Darius helplessly.

“So, before they can find someone to beat you, they’ll always choose me to be your opponent.” He sighed. “I’m already dreading that day.” He walked toward Darius and put a new mobile phone on the table.

“If things go smoothly, they’ll tap your existing number so that they can listen in on all your calls and read your messages. With this phone, they won’t be able to do that—it can only send messages to another number of mine outside their surveillance.”

He backed up with his eyes still trained on Darius.

“Now, I’ve completed everything that I came here to do, and I think it’s time for me to leave. If I continue to linger, people will start thinking that something’s afoot, putting everything we’ve done so far to waste. That won’t benefit either of us.”

After saying this, Borisin immediately turned and strode out of the room.

Darius wanted to stop him, but he was already gone. He shook his head helplessly but still walked toward the corridor. What