The airport terminal was silent as a winter cicada.
As the middle-aged man fell, blood splattered onto Li Ling's shoes.
Li Ling almost lost her balance, wanting to scream, but it was like a duck with its neck choked, being dragged by the Culprit to the front of the crowd.
Tang Li crouched in the corner while Li Ling began identifying people one by one.
Beside her, Yuan Qin gripped his pistol tightly.
In such a situation, the odds of breaking through were close to zero.
But as a Special Agent of Tan Palace, it was his duty to protect the lady.
Tang Li watched Li Ling weaving through the group of passengers, all squatting with heads held, but instead calmed down. Their eyes met as Li Ling raised her gaze.
Tang Li sensed the tension in Yuan Qin's body.
Nevertheless, the expected moment of identification did not occur.
Li Ling glanced at her and quickly looked away, pushed by the Culprit as she stumbled to continue searching.
After one round, she found nothing.
