Xiao Qiao smiled faintly, "Yes, why did you go through all this trouble? It's baffling to me; let me think, how did Wesley and I end up on Julie's plane? We clearly bought our tickets, but Wesley received the news that Julie was escorting Roosevelt home and the CIA asked for help. Knowing we were in C City, they let us hitch a ride, essentially as bodyguards. So, from the start, you targeted me, didn't you? MG, are you with Roosevelt?"
The thought of this possibility made Xiao Qiao tremble all over, recalling those dark and sunless days in Kenya—perhaps he was watching all along. How much does this person really know?
MG remained silent, Xiao Qiao suddenly shouted angrily, aiming a gun at him, "Tell me, are you or not?"
