Under the cover of his subordinates, Boyd successfully escaped Baird's pursuit and returned to the Heavenly Sun Gang's base.
In the office, Boyd chain-smoked cigars, one after another, while across from him sat Connor, whose face betrayed his extreme anxiety and restlessness.
Finally, Boyd put the cigar in the ashtray, lifted his head, and looked towards Connor.
"You can leave," Boyd said, relegating Connor to the cold palace with his first sentence. Connor felt a chill throughout his body, shivering uncontrollably.
Gently tapping on the desk, Boyd spoke word by word, "Now, you must have become a target for the police. Smuggling is a grave crime; I can't protect you. You must leave Rong City, leave the country, as soon as possible."
Boyd's words hammered continuously against Connor's chest. Connor slumped into the chair, asking weakly, "Where can I go?"
Indeed!
If all his roots were in Rong City, even if he could escape the police, where could he possibly go?
