As Tang Luo and the others boarded the helicopter, the propeller spun into action, slowly ascending into the sky and roaring off in the direction of Nanjiao.
On the way, Tang Luo called Li Weixin to inquire about the situation there and casually asked if Bai Feifei had been brought into the loop.
When Li Weixin said he hadn't told Bai Feifei, Tang Luo breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good then!"
It wasn't that he was being chauvinistic—nighttime battles were a man's fight. What business did a woman have in joining the commotion?
He would have to be distracted protecting her, so it was better that she didn't come.
After agreeing on a time with Li Weixin, Tang Luo hung up the phone.
"Here."
Xiang Chuan passed a gun to Tang Luo.
"Uh-huh."
Tang Luo took it, expertly loaded the magazine, chambered a round, and checked it over—a series of highly practiced movements.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Xiang Chuan, but it was just a habitual action for him.