Ling Chen couldn't find the person, so he had no choice but to ride back to their residence with Ji Beizhao. As for the Rolls-Royce, Ling Chen left it by the roadside.
It was already midnight by the time they returned home. Nanrong Wanqing was already asleep, with only Nanrong Zhengqing still sitting in the living room, drinking beer and watching the news on TV.
Upon hearing the door, Nanrong Zhengqing turned his head and looked at the approaching Ling Chen and Ji Beizhao, and said: "Judging by your looks, tonight's operation must have failed. Tell me, what happened?"
Ling Chen shrugged and shared the situation regarding that woman. After listening, Nanrong Zhengqing said with some surprise: "Even you couldn't manage it, it seems that woman really has some skill." After thinking for a moment, Nanrong Zhengqing continued: "How about this, let me ask a few friends to use the assassin's information network to see if they can find the whereabouts of that woman."
