About fifteen minutes later, a group of people left the experimental base.
Li Qiao chose a Parma specialty restaurant near the experimental building, and just as she walked into the private room, the phone in her pocket rang exactly on time.
She went to the rest area on the side of the private room to answer the call, her tone quite light, "Speak."
Bai Yan had long become accustomed to her way of answering and retorted with a curled lip, "Before I say anything, first tell me, who have you offended recently?"
Li Qiao thought seriously for three seconds, "I don't know."
Bai Yan laughed out of exasperation, licking his molars, as his tone rose, "Then do you know someone has placed a bounty on your life in the black market?"
"I know now."
Bai Yan felt he could die of frustration at Li Qiao's hands someday. Only she could face a black market assassination with such calm composure, "Are you still in Parma?"
