"With Night Hawk having suffered such heavy losses, what do you think he'll do next?" In the hotel, Wang Lan asked Jiang Xinyu and the other two.
"Run? What else can he do? Now he's like a dog that has lost its home. If he doesn't run, he's just waiting for death, right?"
"Not necessarily!" Wang Lan shook his head slightly and said indifferently. "Were these thirty thousand drug traffickers really a part of Night Hawk's force?"
"How could they not be? Wait a minute…" Xu Xiangwen suddenly understood something.
