Ke Liangjie considered it for a moment. His resistance faded, and he added Fang Zhen's contact information.
Once everything was settled, Fang Zhen wasted no time and got into the American muscle car Ke Liangjie had been driving earlier.
According to Ke Liangjie, once the car was driven back to the airport, a specialist would clean it and change the tires to erase any traces the police might find.
Fang Zhen moved all the firearms to the car's trunk, bid farewell to Li Zoyi and Ke Liangjie, and made a stylish exit.
Fang Zhen's car receded into the distance.
Li Zoyi watched Fang Zhen's departing figure with keen interest, even letting out a whistle.
"Hey, what do you think is his deal?" Li Zoyi asked, glancing at Ke Liangjie beside her. "This Fang Zhen guy."
"The kind you can't afford to mess with," Ke Liangjie answered coldly. "I'd advise you to stay far away from him."
