"I'm already arranging the flight and will be at the An Family soon. Tutu, be careful yourself. Believe me, the old man and the others won't get hurt; I've got everything under control."
After hanging up the phone, An Yiqing didn't say a word, snatched Zhang Yuksheng's car keys, and slammed the accelerator to the floor. The car shot out like a cheetah.
In the car, An Yiqing's lips were tightly pressed together, her eyes fixated straight ahead. Due to the high speed, the engine roared loudly.
Who exactly wanted to assassinate the An Family? And even offered a bounty of a hundred million!
A foreign assassins' website? Which one? Who had the audacity to target Commander Xuan Jin's family? Weren't they afraid of Xuan Jin's retaliation?
In a moment, An Yiqing quickly assembled and sorted the sudden influx of information in her mind, striving to clarify her thoughts.
