Feng Jun couldn't really provide help with airport security clearances, to tell the truth, there was none.
But his original intent hadn't been to put the individual on a plane, either.
It was only after buying the ticket that Liu Hong suddenly realized something was amiss—such a purchase meant that if he disappeared within the week, no one would raise an alarm.
At that thought, sweat poured down his brow.
The next moment, he looked up, forced a calm tone, and said, "Brother Feng, I really know I was wrong. Just name your price, a thousand or eight hundred... I, Xiao Hong, will certainly gather it for you."
Feng Jun's left hand was holding a mobile phone, and his right, which had been holding a gun, casually placed a five-six Type submachine gun aside and reached out with a chuckle, grasping the other's shoulder, "Ah, if only you'd thought like this earlier, wouldn't that be nice? Let's go!"
The next moment, he stood in the Jade-constructed bedroom, carrying Liu Hong's corpse.
