"Mr. Mo, all water and land transportation has been blocked now. Police are setting up checkpoints along the way, conducting strict inspections. We can't leave the city with the people."
His subordinate reported, and a faint trace of difficulty appeared on Mo Fanchen's perpetually calm and indifferent face.
The operation is so quick, it doesn't seem like it's just been deployed after receiving the news. Instead, it appears that everything has been prepared long beforehand, just waiting for him to walk into the trap.
This indicates that the chip must have fallen into the police's hands.
For some reason, the police haven't taken action yet.
Or perhaps, they're just waiting for him to show himself so they can catch him like a turtle in an urn.
Thinking this, a murderous glint flashed in Mo Fanchen's eyes, and his tightly clenched fists revealed a chilling whiteness.