Who on earth are the pilots in Southeast Asia?
Possibly, Yin Xue, this idiot, didn't know at all. She thought they were the real pilots in Southeast Asia.
However, they weren't.
What they actually referred to was some slang among drug traffickers—the "pilots" were the drug users, and to bring the drugs meant, naturally, to traffic them.
All of this was what Yin Hehe came into contact with while handling major criminal cases abroad.
Dumbass!
Yin Hehe fixed her gaze on the security guard eyeing her, her cold, frosty, glassy pupils completely devoid of any sparkle.
"Not bad, quite suitable indeed," the guard now revealed a satisfied smile.
Yin Xue was instantly overjoyed.
"Alright then, take me to meet Ninth Master. As for this gift, you can carry it down yourself."
"No problem!" The guard agreed once more, quite cheerfully.
Soon, the woman was brought into the splendidly decorated cabin, while Yin Hehe was shoved by the guard, prepared to be taken down to the next level.
