At night, after Song Yuwei and others had gone to sleep, Qin Han summoned Hong Luan.
"These are the weapons you need! Until the Grim Reaper's scythe is dealt with, I need you to never leave Yu Wei's side," Qin Han said calmly.
Hong Luan nodded and replied, "Yes!"
Several days passed without any activity from the Grim Reaper's scythe, and Qin Han was beginning to feel slightly agitated. He had always been used to being solitary, but now with family by his side, he was feeling stretched thin.
It was like exerting a great force, but landing the blow on cotton.
Just when Qin Han thought that Quin might be fleeing, a person with delicate features and a long black coat walked out of the departure gate at the Central State airport.
If Qin Han had been there, he would have undoubtedly recognized that this person was Quin!
After leaving the airport, Quin got into a black car, and immediately asked, "How many people are in?"
"Eighty percent!" the driver replied.
