Just after Song Yan and Xiangshan left Yangon Airport by bus, a thin man came out in the dark and looked at the disappearance of the car, with a faint grin on his lips.

But he did not find that Song Yan, who was sitting on the bus, suddenly turned around, and his eyes seemed to have crossed the wall of the night and landed on him.

"Is it really a trap?"

Song Yan muttered to himself, but there was a faint disdain and killing at the corner of his mouth.

"Did you find anything?" Asked Xiangshan.

"Hmm!"

Song Yan nodded: "When I boarded the plane, I felt that some...