"Being a fugitive is a perfect excuse, a shortcut into the Middle Eastern underworld." Xiao Lin nodded.
"You're playing with your life!"
"All the information has broken off, yet just now I found the mark left by Night Eagle, which vanished in this slum." Xiao Lin, showing rare confusion, coldly announced his decision: "Entering the Middle East, we don't have the backup of Dragon Soul from now on, we're just ordinary people. Don't expect anyone to support us; Jordan is the only clue we can look for."
"General, exactly who are we waiting for?" Miao Shaoqing suddenly asked, equally confused. Although confident in his tracking skills, he knew the opponent wasn't a clumsy character and must have noticed something.
"I have a question, who's eliminating obstacles for us?" Others might not feel much about this, but Miao Shaoqing knew it deeply.
