Long Yinxiao's throat choked for a moment, his eyes fixedly staring at Long Xiliang, saying nothing further.
The man standing before him has truly gone mad!
Long Xiliang's phone rang, and he answered it.
His subordinate nervously reported to him, "Master, we lost the target; the plane has disappeared from the radar."
The words of his subordinate did not cause much emotional upheaval for Long Xiliang; such a result was within his expectations.
Feng Zheyu doesn't want anyone to discover the whereabouts of the Hidden World; naturally, he has a hundred ways to shake off those tracking him.
"Understood." Long Xiliang hung up the phone, now it depends on how much hidden affection Feng Zheyu has for Lu Xiaoyou.
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"Master, we have already shaken off the surveillance aircraft."
On the plane, the co-pilot was reporting to Feng Zheyu.
Feng Zheyu sat on a chair beside the bed, from the moment the plane took off, his gaze had not left Lu Xiaoyou.
