The mysterious headless female corpse

Twoo' clock at night, in the hotel.

For safety's sake, Xiao hang had deliberately exchanged rooms with Zhao Yu.

In addition, in order to ensure Zhao Yu's safety, whether it was the Chinese special agents or the Korean guards, the entire hotel had already been heavily guarded, raising the security level to the highest.

Even though he was safe, how could Zhao Yu sleep?

At this moment, he was lying on the soft bed, scrolling through his phone.

"Why aren't they here yet?"

Miao kun had said that he would send him his contact information as soon as possible, but there was still no news from him.

Sigh ...

My dear father-in-law, what are you up to this time?

Why didn't they contact the headquarters when they were attacked?

If I suddenly run to United Kingdom, what if ... Tsk tsk ...