Bai Feng's people infiltrating the Bodyguard Group is nothing out of the ordinary.
Fan Shaoming asked calmly, "Xiaoyue, are you sure it's really them?"
From that incident, the police hadn't caught the perpetrator.
Because of this, he often harassed the police officers.
Su Xiaoyue nodded firmly, "I trust my intuition, it's them, definitely them!"
Fan Shaoming exchanged a glance with Xia Ying.
"No wonder he was murdered by Zhou Jingyun, I always said Bai Feng had a hand in it, only he has the means." Su Xiaoyue sneered, "Since his people have come knocking, Shaoming, if we don't do something about it, we'd be doing him a disservice."
Fan Shaoming took her hand and whispered, "Let's talk about it when we get home."
Su Xiaoyue nodded.
A plane landed at Airport A; once it was stationary, the cabin door opened, and the passengers started to descend one by one. Among them was a tall man with a digital camera hanging around his neck, carrying nothing else.
