Chongyang.
Undercurrents surged.
The massive aerospace ship had just entered Chongyang City, immediately surrounded by soldiers.
From afar, sounds resembling those of a whale and a peng could be heard.
The ship's gate opened, and Hong Tianbao descended expressionlessly, looking around. His gaze fell on Chen Daoling:
"Second Senior Brother?"
Chen Daoling, looking troubled, waved his hand, standing alongside Zhao Wenting and nearly half of Chongyang City's senior officials.
The other half of the officials, however, followed behind a woman.
Cui Qingyi's hands were gathered in her sleeves as she spoke softly:
"Where is Director Zhang?"
Hong Tianbao raised an eyebrow:
"He's not on the ship."
"Oh?"
Cui Qingyi glanced at Chen Daoling, Zhao Wenting, and the others, smiling:
"It seems someone among us has been tipping someone off..."
She pointed at the aerospace ship from a distance:
"Everyone, detain them all. Let's see whether Director Zhang will return or not."
