Yang Fan was very confident about this trip; that bastard Gao Zhiwu couldn't escape. He also hoped to return to Xinghai City as soon as possible, to finish his business and enjoy the comforts of home with his wife and child.
"Brother Hua, thanks for your blessing."
After chatting with Shi Qinghua, Yang Fan left the headquarters lobby. As he reached his door, Helena Taylor approached from the other side. It was apparent that she was intentionally waiting for Yang Fan.
"Is there something you need?" Standing at the door, Yang Fan stopped his movement to open it.
"Are you really willing to take me along?"
Seeing Helena Taylor's skeptical expression, Yang Fan looked at her seriously: "There's a saying in China: trust the people you use, don't use people you don't trust. The premise is, if you betray me, I will kill you. And I have the ability to do so. It's late, and we have to leave early in the morning, so get some rest."
