"Who are you?"
Red blood gushed from the wound, a boning knife was embedded in Little Angel's head. She widened her eyes, staring at Lin Qi, who suddenly assaulted her under the guise of a human guise.
"Me? I'm just a passerby." Lin Qi, showing a look of amazement, turned around and returned to stand behind Master Fuli, without any intention to introduce himself, only showing a trace of regret.
"Hmm... If you really want to know who I am, I can only say I'm serving Master Fuli."
The forgetfulness of an old friend is quite sad, yet seeing her puzzled expression, Lin Qi still finds a sense of pleasure in being wicked.
"I just received a call; the plane is refueling at the base, the quickest strike will be in ten minutes, and the latest in twenty minutes..."
After exchanging greetings with Little Angel, Lin Qi updated Master Fuli in real-time with intelligence from the airport.
