He Lei stood up and walked over to Lu Xing, clapping him on the shoulder with a smile on his face, "Don't worry, Steward Lu, this time I'll definitely take care of Wang Ye."
"He may be able to deal with a sniper rifle, with an assault by thousands, but can Wang Ye deal with a bomb?"
"A bomb?"
Lu Xing shuddered, if there were a bomb, the likelihood of taking down Wang Ye would be much higher.
"So, rest assured."
He Lei returned to his seat, lowered his head and continued to work through documents, drawing a large "X" across a rejected application: "This time, Wang Ye definitely won't survive."
...
Yuncheng Suburbs.
The trees on both sides were lush, and after a long drive, no buildings or houses were seen on either side of the road, just vast fields bordered by trees.
A Spyker C8 drove down the road, rows of trees continuously receding in Wang Ye's view, with Xia Qingxin sitting in the passenger seat, saying to Wang Ye, "We're three kilometers away now."
