Around 8:40 in the morning, dozens of luxury cars drove out from the front and back gates of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and then split into more than ten different directions.
Not far from the front gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, a black Audi was parked by the sidewalk. Mu Qian sat in the driver's seat, with one hand casually draped over the steering wheel, while the other hand rested on the head of Bu Yu, who was squatting in the passenger seat, gently stroking its head.
The phone rang, and he glanced at it before picking it up.
Kude's voice came from the other end of the phone, his spoken language had improved significantly, "As expected, you predicted this scene. Our people are in place, ensuring there will be someone following every team. What should we do with the remaining people?"
