Chi He and Wang Ming'an disembarked from the plane in the early hours of the next day.
For two days and three nights, Chi He had scarcely closed his eyes. After capturing Wang Ming'an, he rushed back to the country at the first opportunity.
Wang Ming'an, on the other hand, remained calm, as if he had long anticipated this day. He cooperated fully, without the slightest resistance.
On the way to the hospital, he closed his eyes, calculating silently for a while, and then let out a long sigh.
"It's too late. The person is already gone."
Chi He, who was resting beside him with his eyes closed, immediately opened them upon hearing this.
He turned his head and coldly warned Wang Ming'an, "Shut your filthy mouth! Otherwise, once your usefulness is exhausted, I'll cut off that useless tongue of yours."
Wang Ming'an shook his head. "I'm going to die anyway, so why would I need to lie?"
