Xia Fan and Traveling Buddha did not alarm their colleagues as they quietly left the Special Bureau, returning to the hotel suite they had rented.
According to what Tong Guan had told them, the task force would quickly reach out and contact them, but no one gave them a call as they waited from afternoon until dusk.
Traveling Buddha was annoyed, but he did not dare leave the room. There was no guarantee that the telephone in the room might ring while he was away.
After all, they no longer had the communicators the Bureau had given them, so the only way of contacting Xia Fan and Traveling Buddha right now was through the public line.
*bang bang bang!*
As Xia Fan and Traveling Buddha were feeling extremely bored, there suddenly came a knock on the door.
Traveling Buddha was closer to the entrance, so he got up and went over to open the door.
