At this moment, Wan Delu was being escorted out from among the rescued survivors like a prisoner. Although he didn't know what he had done wrong, he immediately realized that his situation seemed very dire, as he was even handcuffed, and the special operatives beside him were armed with real guns.
It seemed that if he tried to run, they would shoot him without hesitation.
Under such circumstances, it definitely wasn't something as simple as his company evading taxes or one of his hotels failing health inspections and giving someone a stomach ache. It had to be something much more serious.
His heart was racing, and his legs were trembling.
Wan Delu felt as if he was being led to the execution grounds, and the haunting on the plane was not as hopeless as this.
"I understand now, it must be those things that caused the problem." When he was halfway there, he saw a group of people clustered around his suitcase under the sunshade ahead and instantly realized where he had erred.
