"Got it!" On the other end of the line, Allen glanced at the map on the computer and then pointed to a T-junction, "Queen Street intersection, everyone get ready!"
The people in the car immediately grabbed their guns from inside the compartment, put on black headcovers, and the car sped towards the Queen Street intersection, stopping in a nearby alley.
At this moment, the three cars carrying Xu Xia and the others had just reached a nearby crossroads.
Hearing the phone ringing, Xu Xia curiously took out her phone from her handbag, saw Leng Zirui's number, hesitated for a moment, but still answered the call.
"What's up now, Master Leng?!"
"Haven't seen you in years, really missed you."
"I think I've only been out of Beijing for three days, right?"
"Only three days? I feel like it's been a century!"
Xu Xia was both amused and helpless.
This bastard, is he going crazy these days? Three calls a day, every morning, noon, and night, with nothing substantial to say.
