Li Binglin remained silent as He Jiansheng turned to Yang Fan, "Mr. Yang, thank you for everything you've done for Singapore. I'll take care of the rest."
"Director He, you're too kind. These terrorists and the Dark Night Army have deep grudges against me, removing them is just my duty." Yang Fan replied politely.
"Alright then, I have other matters to attend to. Let's have a meal sometime so we can chat. It's chaotic outside now, so I'll have these dozen or so National Security Bureau agents drive you back." He patted Yang Fan on the shoulder and led his group away.
Yang Fan didn't have the chance to decline, but it was fine. With these people escorting them, he wouldn't have to worry on the way back.
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The night of waiting was long as Hong Deren paced back and forth in the living room with his hands behind his back; the servant had already come in several times to refill his teacup.
