After simply giving the order, Bai Qinchuan hung up the phone and leaned on the back seat. It seemed that the strength of his body had been drained by half.

"Sir, are we still going to the Middle East?" The driver and bodyguard turned and asked, you know, the car is still flying on the expressway from the capital to Ninghai. Going or not?

"What else can I do if I go? Maybe I'll take myself in too." Bai Qinchuan obviously did not want to go, but at this time he seems not to be able to make up his mind: "Well, first to Ninghai Airport near it. If we...