"It's him..."
Su Xuan saw a person clad in a black robe, seated cross-legged on the wing of a nearby airplane, staring intently in his direction.
The scene was extremely jarring! It was as if, in an ancient martial arts film, someone had suddenly pulled out a gun and started shooting. The black-robed figure wore a pitch-black mask—the very same person from the bookstore's surveillance footage!
But when Su Xuan blinked and looked back at the airplane's wing, the black-robed figure was gone. However, he was certain it had not been a hallucination.
"Boss, what can I get you to drink?" At that moment, Du Yufei walked over and spoke softly, "We have coffee, juice, and alcoholic beverages. We serve all the usual drinks."
She was exceptionally well-prepared this time, having practically turned the private jet into a small supermarket.
"I'm good for now." Su Xuan looked up at Du Yufei and asked, "How long until we take off?"
"Twenty minutes," Du Yufei answered.
