In the Northeast.
When Lin Fan arrived, he felt great.
When he took out his phone, he realized that there were a lot of missed calls. Then, he immediately called him back.
"D*mn, you really went there?" Wang Mingyang shouted when the phone call got through.
Lin Fan chuckled, "Aren't you talking rubbish? I'm already here. I just left the plane."
Wang Mingyang hesitated for a moment, "Bro, take it easy. Don't cause any trouble."
Lin Fan replied, "Don't worry. Don't you trust me? I'll hang up now. I'm going to get busy."
After hanging up.
He felt that Wang Mingyang shouldn't have been worried about his safety. He should have been worried about the tragic fate of Godfather Liu.
After knowing him for so long, why didn't he understand him at all?
He didn't understand it.
Outside the airport.
A black luxurious sedan was parked there and a man with short hair told his subordinates.
