Lin Naoi paced on like a celestial otherworldly being with a crystal-clear body, enshrouded in a hazy halo of light. She faded into the distance, gathering with her own people.
After a beckon of hand to her underlings, Lin Naoi boarded the helicopter and left the site.
Chu Feng watched the chopper sailing into the distance before turning around, strolling back to the yard.
All those frivolous laugh and unruly play was to cover his own identity as the cold-killer of many men; but despite his conscious effort in attempting to cover up his trails, Lin Naoi’s intelligence and quick-wittedness might have already allowed her to see through his cover.
Chu Feng recollected his composure and calmness; those skittish behaviors were no more. Instead, he started to attentively contemplate something.
The words spelt by Lin Naoi had great values; Chu Feng was almost certain that there must be some secret information hidden in those seemingly innocent words.
