In the car, the man sat in the center, wearing a black mask, a black woolen cap, and his coat and boots were also entirely black, revealing only a pair of genteel pupils.
The brawny man beside him handed over the checked gun: "Young Master, our people are already in place, and the woman's condition is still stable. We're just waiting for you to go over there."
"Mm."
The man nodded slightly, took the gun and put it in his pocket, and when his hand reached down, his fingertips touched a cold Bluetooth headset.
The man's originally genteel pupils suddenly constricted, surging with depth and obscurity. His fair fingers took out the headset and placed it in the palm of his hand, gloved in leather.
The headset was very new, with a very small button on the right side. From the time he installed this listening device on the lamp on her bedside table until now, it had never been used.
He knew that as soon as he pressed it, he could hear Tong Ran's voice.
