"Take him out and meet at the designated place," Ning Fan reminded. "This person harbors some strange power; make sure he doesn't wake up."
"Understood."
An Yi didn't need to hide his tracks; having him take Muye out was the best arrangement.
After sprinkling a bit of alcohol on Muye to create the illusion of drunkenness, An Yi carried him away.
"Let's go too."
After casting a final glance at the compartment to ensure no clues were left behind, Ning Fan returned to his own room.
By this time, the two women were still deeply asleep.
"Wake up. You've drunk too much."
Waking the two women and pouring a bit more alcohol into them, Ning Fan left the club.
The rendezvous point with the Shadow Squad was an abandoned warehouse.
An Yi, ever cautious, bound Muye tightly with rubber bands, despite him being unconscious.
Aside from Muye, the warehouse also held Zheng Tianhang's bodyguards.
Upon Ning Fan's arrival, these people looked as if they'd seen a ghost, their eyes wide open.
