No Chance of Winning

As he thought about this, the communication device in the car rang.

Lin Xiao picked it up, and a report from his subordinate came over from the other end, "Special Assistant Lin, I just received the news that Young Marshal Mu is on his way back."

"Got it!" After hanging up the communication device, Lin Xiao stroked the bridge of his nose, put his sunglasses back on, and turned his head and glanced at the abandoned factory building with his thin lips pursed.

For Young Marshal Mu to return, even if he took a helicopter, the fastest time he could make it would be in four hours.

It was already past 3:00 o'clock in the afternoon, so when Young Marshal Mu got back, it would already be dark.

At night, the darkness was more conducive to hiding, so it would be a huge test for her.