Han Zheng furrowed his brows, "What was Xue Changkong's purpose in taking you to their gathering? Was he trying to drag you down into this?"
Yan Luoxi shook her head, "I don't know what his purpose was. I was there for less than two minutes before leaving, and then you brought people over. If he had a purpose, it might have been to use me to divert your attention."
Recently, Han Zheng had indeed been in contact with Interpol, planning to join forces to capture the leaders of international crime. As soon as these people stepped into the Imperial Capital, he received the news and dispatched surveillance.
But they were too cunning. The people following them easily lost track, so when he received a tip-off from an informant, he quickly brought his men over, only to find Yan Luoxi alone at the club.
"Luoxi, you're the only one who has contact with them. You're now a target of both the underworld and law enforcement. Be careful and don't act impulsively," Han Zheng finally said.
