"Boss, look at this."
The leader in black took out a tiny eavesdropping device from a corner of Little Black's sleeve, as small as a pinhole.
"This is, Micro No. 7!!"
Su Tong's face rarely changed color; this eavesdropping device was publicly known as a secret weapon of country M, but in reality, it was the latest product from a technology company under the Su Family, just that the patent was transferred to country M.
"I didn't expect Little Black to have infiltrated so deeply, a miscalculation."
Su Tong held the Micro No. 7, shaking his head and sighing.
"Ali, can the plane land now? The Shrine might have already prepared an ambush for us."
"If we don't land, and the potion falls into the hands of the Shrine, the consequences will be unimaginable!"
Su Tong looked down at his chest, his face full of worry.
"Boss, I'm afraid it's impossible. Little Black has activated the emergency intelligent autopilot mode, and all switches to the cabin door have been destroyed."
