"Thank you."
Chen Sifei said, still unsettled.
Leader Er smiled, "If you were hurt, I wouldn't know how to explain to that patron."
Again, "that patron"...
Chen Sifei was puzzled.
Who exactly is the "patron" Leader Er referred to?
Leader Er did not explain.
He thought to himself that this individual was specifically sought after by the patron. If they had fallen from the flying vehicle in his presence, injured or not, it would be his gross dereliction of duty. Even if the patron didn't find out, he would be plagued by his own guilty conscience.
The aircraft's altitude rose gradually.
Woosh, woosh, woosh—
The more than ten Dawn Apostles in the room leaped up and darted into the aircraft, as if flying.
Half a minute later, the aircraft plunged into the clouds.
Chen Sifei's father stood on the balcony, watching the direction in which the aircraft disappeared, feeling as if he had just woken from a daytime dream.
"Hello, is this the Public Security Bureau?"
