Chapter 1979

• Hogan was in his early sixties, his hair turning white, and at this moment his face was grave, as if he had aged ten years, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deeply etched like knife marks.
• "What exactly happened?" Hogan's voice was low and restrained, but his slightly trembling fingers betrayed the storm raging inside him.
• Harry turned to look at Hogan, his lips quivering: "Director... the dragon-pattern pendant... it's really gone. The safe is completely intact, but the artifact inside has disappeared."