"I will walk myself." Zijingji said coldly.
The two people ignored her, directly escorting Zijingji into a black stretch limousine.
Zijingji glanced at the two of them indifferently. With the organization's intelligence capabilities, they must have guessed most of the events that happened on the plane.
Because, besides her, no one else from this mission returned alive.
And, the mission was not completed.
The black stretch limousine gradually entered an underground garage. After passing the guards' verification, Zijingji and a few others went directly down to the third basement level via an elevator.
Entering the third basement level, a dim and spacious corridor appeared in front of them, with a man in a suit standing at intervals not far apart.
The two released Zijingji, standing still, while Zijingji snorted coldly and walked forward.
Last time in that hall, a huge skull insignia still hung on the wall, and Qingdaofu stood there with his hands behind his back.
