Chapter 60: In the Same City, WeChat

The bus made a midway stop, but the suspect on board hadn't gotten off yet.

His destination was Maduo County.

With more than an hour's drive left, he glanced at his watch, seemingly growing impatient.

Although the bus had already departed and there was certainty that no one had followed, the fact that they were being watched was indisputable.

At that moment.

Another seven or eight passengers boarded the bus, men and women, young and old, among whom there was an old man in his fifties or sixties.

This old man was rather tall, but his back was slightly hunched. He was wrapped in a red Tibetan robe, commonly seen around, with long hair. His temples and beard were streaked with white, unkempt as if he were a nomadic old believer.

In his hand, he also carried a walking stick, from which hung a bag.

The man in the grey coat sitting in the third to last row glanced at him and then looked away, pulling out his cell phone to make a call.

The old man walked past him and then sat behind him.

The call on the grey-clothed man's side connected, and he whispered with his hand half-covering his lips, "Get ready to receive me, our people here have been caught! Looks like I need to hide for a while to avoid the heat."

After he finished speaking, he casually looked around himself.

Seeing an old man with white beard meditating behind him, he turned his gaze back and said, "Okay, wait for me at the latest by tomorrow."

Until he hung up the phone, he was completely unaware of any suspicions.

However, after he turned and hung up the phone, the old man sitting behind him slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were pitch-black and deep, sharp as those of a hawk.

Virtually every special forces soldier is trained during their service on how to completely change their appearance within thirty seconds, yet he needed less than thirty seconds, twenty seconds were enough for him.

And this old man's appearance was indeed Lu Xiao's disguise.

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By the time they reached Maduo County Town after more than two hours, it was already evening.

Herds of cattle and sheep were on both sides of the highway, the vast grassland stretched endlessly, and beyond, the snow mountains sprawled, enveloped by the golden twilight that bathed the earth in its magnificent splendor.

Yet, after entering the town, the weather in the Tibetan Area changed as quickly as a young lady's moods.

In an instant, dark clouds swept in, heavy and ominous, as if a storm was about to break. Sure enough, soon a fierce wind blew, and freezing rain mixed with snow began to lash against the windows.

The bus stopped at the station, and those without umbrellas hurriedly ran for shelter from the rain and snow after getting off.

The man in the grey coat got up to disembark, his face getting slapped by the rain and snow the moment he stepped outside, causing him to curse profusely, "What the hell is this shitty weather!"

After he got off, the "old man" behind him also disembarked.

The grey-clothed man took off his coat and draped it over his head, quickly making his way to a nearby hotel.

The "old man" also made his way towards that hotel.

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Just as Wen Xian stepped into the inn, rain mixed with snow started falling outside, the wind shaking the window lattices, prompting the landlord to hurry and securely close all doors and windows.

The inn had a restaurant, and at one end of the restaurant there was a fireplace with orange flames dancing and flickering within.

It was really too cold outside, so she sat on the emerald green sofa next to the fireplace to warm her hands and took the opportunity to pull out her cell phone and check a certain page.

A sense of loss surfaced in her eyes.

As expected, there was still no reply.

At this time.

In a hotel not far from there.

Lu Xiao had just booked a room for the night next to that of the suspect.

Firstly, he had heard on the bus that it wouldn't be until tomorrow that their people could come to his aid, and secondly, with this weather, it wouldn't let up for the night.

At that moment.

He took off the wig, beard, and Tibetan robe, preparing to install a listening device on the wall above the headboard of the bed.

He pulled out his cell phone, but, upon seeing a WeChat message that appeared on the screen, he froze.

"..."