Whose Masterpiece

"Where to?"

The driver sitting in the front row lowered the brim of his hat and asked in a low voice.

"Airport, let me give you some more money. Can I trouble you to hurry? I need to catch the plane."

Zhao Bobo was in a very good mood, he very generously took out some change from his bag and gave it to the driver.

The driver didn't say anything. He just stepped on the accelerator and the car sped away.

Gong Yan'en sat in the car the entire time, watching the taxi that was gradually leaving from afar. He no longer hesitated, and dialed that number that he had not received in a long time.

"This must be done cleanly and cleanly. Do not leave any trail behind. Remember, do not make a move at home."

"Yes, sir."