"If you want to use others as your weapon, your own hands better be clean first."
Early the next morning, Xu Wuyi left Xingjing.
He didn't travel under the identity of Meng Zhishou, nor as Xu Wuyi. Instead, he used a spare ID card provided by the military and boarded an ordinary commercial flight to Northern Plain Province. As for the Inspection Department, he didn't return there, merely leaving a message for Zhou Bin and the others.
The plane cruised smoothly above the clouds, the view outside the window a vast expanse of white. Xu Wuyi leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed.
Red Mountain Sanatorium, located in the northern suburbs of Heihe City, was ostensibly a privately run convalescent facility. In reality, it was inextricably linked to Zheng Mingchuan. Song Qingwu's people hadn't been able to infiltrate the sanatorium, so its contents remained a mystery. However, any place that prompted Lu Sheng to visit every three months was definitely far from simple.
