"Stop asking, just drive." Qiao had no interest in explaining.
In fact, he was also somewhat doubtful about this matter, but after interacting with Leng Zirui these days, Qiao had developed a high level of trust in Zirui's judgment.
He believed in Leng Zirui and believed he wouldn't call on a whim; there must be a reason for Zirui's request.
As Leng Zirui said, this was their last chance.
Qiao didn't want to miss this opportunity. The worst result would be a pointless effort and a few jibes from the "Fatty" superintendent.
The convoy headed toward the Lais Hotel, and Qiao did not order sirens to be sounded; they were even traveling in ordinary cars.
The "Fatty" superintendent sat in the car behind, watching as they turned onto the road leading to the Lais Hotel, just slightly frowning.
With a glance at the subordinate driving, he took out his phone, quickly composed a text message, and sent it out.
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Lais Hotel.
