"Big Boss, they have entered the China World Trade Center."
"Big Boss, several vehicles are speeding out of the underground parking lot."
Quan Ying received the real-time report. From his vantage point in the helicopter, he saw it too: An Xiaoni was being carried out by a brutish man. Her white dress was stained with patch after patch of red blood, her dark hair was matted with dried gore, her eyes were shut tight, and her arms hung limp.
For a split second, a thought flashed through Quan Ying’s mind: Could she be dead?
Chapter 151