In the morning, the entire Henry Group was placed under martial law, and no one was allowed to enter or leave, because Master He of the Dragon Division had gone missing.
When the surveillance footage was reviewed, the entire system had been destroyed without a trace.
The bodyguards didn't notice any fluctuations in the surveillance footage.
During a thorough search of the entire hotel, the bodies of unofficial mercenaries were discovered in the security corridors.
The bodyguards checked each room one by one. When they arrived at the RL Group's room with Hou Taotao and his group, Hou Taotao opened the door with a yawn, "What is it?"
The bodyguards presented the search warrant from the Henry Group, and they all rushed in to search the premises one by one.
They searched the entire hotel, even the smallest rat hole, but found nothing.
Hou Taotao scoffed, "If they were to find it, wouldn't that prove they've lived in vain?"
Half an hour later, the bodyguards and all the mercenaries withdrew from this floor of the RL Group.
Situ Ming came back a little late today. Duan Peng had a lot of company matters to handle, so he left that night.
Fang Yan and some of his bodyguards were waiting for Situ Ming.
Zhao Xiaoyue and the comic convention organizers were "invited" to wait in the lobby before the bodyguards went to their room.
It was exactly like interrogating criminals; some were beaten up, their heads bleeding profusely.
At the comic convention, he secretly gave Zhao Xiaoyue a thumbs up.
If this guy hadn't said they had to come back, they would have left long ago, according to those guys.
When the search was conducted that morning, only the RL Group personnel were absent, making them the prime suspects.
As for the Fifth Master He they are looking for, he is probably still hanging on the bridge.
Ugh... these utterly despicable people tied Master He to an iron frame like a suckling pig and roasted him over a fire.
There were a few pieces of fruitwood charcoal underneath; they didn't actually burn, but they made people vomit.
At the two hundredth turn, Fifth Master He spoke.
"Who are you? Just tell me what you want."
After saying that, he spat out a large mouthful of bitter bile.
The comic convention exuded a naive absurdity: "He's really tough, but he doesn't know martial arts?"
Everyone responded in affirmation.
Ugh, He Zhengtai really doesn't know how.
As for how he became the leader of the Dragon Path Division, nobody really knows.
Zhao Xiaoyue took out a thin silver needle and inserted it into her neck near her vocal cords, and her voice changed.
A voice, neither clearly male nor female, rang out, "Oh, Fifth Master He is quite sensible after all?"
Master He's eyes were completely blindfolded, and he could only hear the person circling around him.
Amidst the incredulous gazes of the crowd, Zhao Xiaoyue said, "I don't want anything, I just want to see you."
Anything I do will be exposed eventually; I'll just vent my anger for Lao Wu.
It's not that we can't remove the blindfold, but that would be very troublesome.
That's so simple, you get revenge and leave the enemy completely baffled.
Despite using all his persuasive skills, Fifth Master He was unable to extract any information about the person's identity.
But this voice is highly recognizable and distinctive.
If a needle is stuck in your throat for a long time, it will feel uncomfortable.
Zhao Xiaoyue gestured, "Get to work!"
Then He Wuye realized that there were many people standing around him, and these people were breathing very lightly.
The fifth brother's experience in Longxing caused He Wuye excruciating pain, and he eventually fainted.
Zhao Xiaoyue had He Wuye hung on a bridge, and then they all returned to the hotel.
Seeing Zhao Xiaoyue on the phone again at the comic convention, I couldn't help but sigh, "It's so good to have a capable younger brother."
Zhao Zhe was in China, but he was busy from morning till afternoon, receiving messages from his sister every few minutes.
It wasn't until evening, when everyone was certain that no one in the hotel was a suspect, that they returned to the hotel.
This time, Geng Qiusheng prepared a private jet.
Zhang Xiaomeng's eyes lit up several degrees. "Sir, you really bought a plane!"
It's as big as an airline.
Zhao Xiaoyue tossed her small handbag aside. "Absolutely, this is a reward for your young man!"
Zhang Xiaomeng immediately let out a roar like a dinosaur; he was so excited.
If he had known that completing tasks would earn him favor with the captain and allow him to buy planes, he would have done it sooner.
On the plane, Zhao Xiaoyue said to Zhang Xiaomeng, "After we finish this mission, we'll buy a plane!"
The temptation is immense.
When Zhang Xiaomeng administered the drug, the bodyguards had already scouted out the route.
With Master He and his group joining the Henry Group, they felt it was the safest place. Nobody expected that someone would be so audacious as to make a move on Situ Kun's territory.
Zhang Xiaomeng succeeded easily.
The plane took off with a hum, and Zhang Xiaomeng skillfully operated it.
In the airport waiting hall, Fang Yan kept asking, "Who is that little girl, Ninth Brother?"
Situ Ming threw the cigarette into the trash can, ignoring the chattering people.
Fang Yan saw it; they followed this group from afar, and Situ Ming's eyes kept glancing at the girl—there was definitely something fishy going on!
On the plane, Fang Yan was still asking around when Situ Ming gave him a sharp look, and Fang Yan successfully shut up.
When Master He was discovered, it was already evening!
A few days ago, Vara went missing while on a mission and has not been found to this day.
Now it's Master He again...
The woman in the white dress rushed from the base to Southeast Asia, and it took a lot of manpower to find her.
Zhao Xiaoyue and her group arrived in China late at night, successfully clearing themselves of suspicion.
Hou Taotao and the others went back first. Comic Con and Zhao Xiaoyue went back to their small apartment. Zhang Xiaomeng went to maintain the plane.
Zhao Xiaoyue complained that this thing is time-consuming, labor-intensive, and manpower-intensive, and more importantly, it's expensive!
The comic convention organizers were also distressed, thinking, "Why don't you do better things with that much money?" They said, "Hey, Mr. Zhao, I have a question for you."
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