"Uncle Zhao, you could help me get a map of Wo Country, the more detailed the better, I have an urgent need for it," Zhao Wen and his crew had been mercenaries, wandering among different countries, so getting a map should not be a difficult task for them.
Seeing how urgently Miss Qinghe spoke, Zhao Wen did not delay and had it ready for her in just over half an hour.
"Miss Qinghe, the map is on its way to the airport now, take care of everything," Zhao Wen knew that this girl's frantic demeanor must mean something was up. There weren't many things that could make her change her complexion, and her nature was stubborn and righteous. Although he wanted to help, she would definitely not agree to it, he just hoped she would be safe.
Qinghe glanced at the time; the plane was at one o'clock, and it was now twelve-forty. If she didn't go through security now, she would be too late.
