These were the men he had tasked with keeping George Henson under surveillance.
His demeanor immediately reverted to its usual stoic form as he answered the call.
"The man we've been watching—George—just sent us an update. He's currently in the country and appears to be heading toward Ms. Bei's office. What are your orders, sir?"
Fei Chuan's expression darkened, and his tone dropped. "Keep your distance. Intercept him if he tries anything. Make sure he doesn't harm Bei Sangyun."
"Yes, sir. We've already dispatched nearby units to the area."
"Good. Keep me updated."
Without wasting a second, Fei Chuan grabbed his coat and car keys. Even though his men were already on-site, he wouldn't feel at ease unless he confirmed her safety himself.
He drove quickly, his mind racing. As he navigated through the streets, his phone rang again—it was another update from his team.
"We have him here, sir."