"What? A ticket to Hawaii!?"
Listening to the news about Qin Fen from his subordinates, a bit of doubt appeared on Zuo Lin's face. But very soon, he pursed the corner of his lips into a mocking sneer, his index and middle finger hitting the desk constantly, creating a rhythmic noise.
"Hawaii is very close to the Sacred Martial Hall!" Zuo Lin looked at the map on the screen and shook his head again and again. "Very good, it's better he went to the Sacred Martial Hall first. His most trusted friends should be there, I believe he will soon know how fragile friendship is."
"Colonel Zuo..."
Zuo Lin turned to a colonel, who had started speaking but then hesitated. He raised his wrist, indicating the other party to speak up.
"Wouldn't it better..." A sliver of a fierce look appeared in that aforementioned colonel's eyes. His palm cut through the air, doing the action of beheading as he continued, "If we caused a plane crash..."
