This isn't just a surprise, it's a miracle, no, it's practically a divine intervention.
Master Er and Master Dong of Kowloon City were the original owner's relatives. They originally stayed in their own territory and did not get involved in the affairs of the martial arts world, but for the sake of their illusory blood relatives, they were even willing to bow down to Yu Zhengrong and take on jobs like assassinating Nie Zhao.
Chen Rou also has relatives, her father and mother, who passed away when she was very young.
If she weren't afraid that she would die if she left Nie Zhao, she would have set off for the mainland immediately after returning to Hong Kong.
She lives in a large mansion in Repulse Bay, Hong Kong, with a large number of servants, but she misses home all the time.
The mainland is her home, where her father and mother are still alive.
...
At that moment, her biological father was right in front of her.
She had seen his framed martyr's photo hanging on the wall countless times; there was no way she could mistake him.
She could choose not to bother her future leader, but she wouldn't miss her father, whom she had never met in her previous life.
She turned to walk forward, but Song Yuanchao grabbed her arm: "Miss Chen, what are you doing?"
He was also confused. He knew that some of his comrades would be crossing the border, and he knew that it was today. He also knew that his boss had specially arranged for his comrades to come to the airport to inspect the work when they were crossing the border. He was also thinking happily that his boss was really nice and that this was a perk for him. He loved his boss to death. But why did Miss Chen go up to him so directly?
His comrades' crossing of the border in Hong Kong was authorized and permitted by the Governor, but many white officials and locals who opposed the handover were resistant to it. So they could be reported on, but not photographed, and certainly not allowed to stay.
If they stay too long, those white officials should charge them with espionage.
Therefore, Song Yuanchao wanted to grab Chen Rou's hand; he didn't want anything unexpected to happen today.
However, Nie Zhao grabbed his hand instead: "Song Zai, let go!"
As soon as Song Yuanchao let go, Chen Rou ran over. By then, the group of young people had already reached the plane marked with the Indonesian Eagle Airlines logo. Each person held the plane and their passport, and the line was neat and orderly, waiting to check in and board the plane.
Chen Ke happened to be the last one, and Chen Rou called out, "Hi, that... gentleman!"
Not only Chen Ke, but everyone turned around, staring warily at Chen Rou, and everyone took a step back.
The minister who came to help with the paperwork was an Indonesian named Zhong. When he saw Chen Rou coming over, he didn't know what she was there for, but he had no choice but to introduce her to the group: "This is our third wife, Mrs. Nie Zhao."
Everyone else was backing away, but her future boss, Yue Guoqi, walked over. He was probably the squad leader and the person in charge of this team. He was here to get in her way and gave her a sharp salute: "Madam, is there something you need?"
Nie Zhao and his collaborations were all conducted in secret, and only a handful of people in the Governor's Office in all of Hong Kong knew about them.
What should Chen Rou say?
She had just reached out her hand when Chen Ke warily raised his hand, because she had just tried to take his watch from his hand to get closer to him, but he was a policeman, a special forces SWAT officer like her, and he keenly sensed something was wrong and avoided her hand.
Fortunately, Chen Rou still had something. She took out her sunglasses and said, "Sir, these seem to be your sunglasses."
Chen Ke reached into his travel bag: "They're not mine, my sunglasses are in the bag."
Yue Guoqi also subconsciously touched his own, and immediately said, "No, miss, these are women's sunglasses."
These are all shrewd people; they're not easy to fool.
Chen Rou continued to look at Chen Ke: "I just picked this up. Since it's not yours, could it be your wife's?"
She wanted to find out about her mother.
Minister Zhong had a black line on his forehead, while Yue Guoqi and Chen Ke had even darker lines because their wives couldn't possibly be wearing sunglasses.
They weren't foolish enough to wear their wife's sunglasses while on a multinational mission.
Chen Ke felt that this woman was being unreasonable, and he was in a bad mood, so he glanced at the captain and left.
Seeing his men leave, Yue Guoqi had no choice but to go along with Hu Guai.
Adapting to the situation, he said, "Madam, that man's wife is ill, and he's in a bad mood. Please forgive him. Also, this mirror was probably lost by someone else; it has nothing to do with us." He then waved and gave a half-salute, saying, "Goodbye!"
And so, they quickly boarded the plane and were about to embark on their journey again.
After entering the cabin, Chen Ke suddenly turned around and looked at the woman below the gangway.
She wore a sleeveless white sweater and shorts, leather shoes, and her hair was tied in a ponytail; she looked as fresh and clean as a young poplar tree.
He instinctively felt that she looked familiar and friendly, as if he had seen her somewhere before.
But of course, he only glanced at it before leaving.
Song Yuanchao caught up after all his comrades had boarded the plane and asked, "Miss Chen, what were you doing just now?"
Chen Rou originally wanted to ask Song Yuanchao how many of those people he knew, and whether he knew Chen Ke, but after thinking about it, she refrained from asking, because even if she knew the answer, Song Yuanchao would be violating the rules if he answered her.
"It's nothing, I was just curious about them, so I went up and said a few words." Chen Rou turned her head to wipe away her tears.
The plane quickly entered the runway, and in the blink of an eye, it had taken off, soaring through the clouds and mist.
Song Yuanchao grinned from ear to ear: "Miss Chen, you Hong Kong people have a prejudice against our country. It will be fine once we return to the motherland. You will know when we return. Our soldiers are completely different from those white soldiers who spend all their time in saunas and massage parlors in Sham Shui Po. They are organized and disciplined and would never do such a thing!"
Nie Zhao stepped forward and interrupted Song Yuanchao: "I've finished my work, Arou, let's go home."
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