As dusk settled, the bustling streets of Beijing were bathed in neon lights, exuding an air of serenity. The traffic lights were no longer under control, and the roads returned to normal. Everyone went about their business, occasionally inquiring about the latest updates on the capture from familiar faces. Such spectacles were rare in peaceful times, and no one noticed a convoy slowly making its way into a hotel, parking in the lot.
In the car, Luo Zheng didn't order everyone to standby but waited for the final confirmation from Lan Xing. Over ten minutes passed, and still, there was no clue about Charlie. Acting rashly would expose their whereabouts. Beside him, Hong Meihua voiced her concern, "Could Charlie have an accomplice? If so, he just needs to hide in a car without showing himself to avoid being captured by surveillance, which would make him harder to find."
