In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun.
Huo Jiuxiao was flipping through some documents in his office, his face creased in impatience. Song Huaishu had gone out to pick someone up in the afternoon, but there had been no movement since then.
Huo Jiuxiao took out his phone and was about to call Song Huaishu when he received a message from him.
"Come to the helipad."
This wasn't Song Huaishu's way of speaking.
Huo Jiuxiao immediately got up from his office chair and went to the helipad on the top floor of Diheng. Soon, a private jet stopped on the tarmac against the strong wind.
When the plane stopped, Song Huaishu was tied up and thrown to the ground. He looked like he had been tortured.
