After chatting for a while, Luo Zheng and Lan Xue got up to leave and drove toward the villa. On the way, Lan Xue, sitting in the passenger seat, pondered and asked softly, "Grandpa mentioned there are still many agents lurking around, like time bombs. What's your take on this?"
"It's indeed a headache. We don't know who the enemy is, where they are, or what their plans are. We're forced to play defense. Luckily, it doesn't seem they've joined forces, which would be more troublesome. It looks like we'll have to rely on the police to conduct more thorough checks, hoping to startle them into exposing themselves. Also, let Little Dao and his guys on the street keep helping out," Luo Zheng said, sounding troubled, while focusing on driving.
"That's all we can do. Besides, I find Liu Qingqing's behavior somewhat strange, but I can't figure her out. That girl is very smart and hides it well, I'm afraid there might be an incident," Lan Xue reminded.
