Mo Liancheng nodded affirmatively, "Inside is the Blood Jade Flute."
"Alright, do as he said." Qu Tan'er nodded, instructing the woman to leave. As expected, the bodyguards and servants in the villa quickly withdrew, and cars whisked them away. The woman was escorted by a bodyguard straight to the rooftop.
On the rooftop, there was a helicopter and a seventy-something foreign old man.
"Daddy!" Miss Wales rushed to the old man and hugged him.
The old man's eyes looked towards the exit, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes, "I never thought, at my age, there'd still be people daring to threaten me."
"Daddy, let's go quickly, they're not human." Miss Wales urgently pulled the old man toward the helicopter, her face flustered. Upon hearing 'not human,' the old man did not display the same awed terror, instead showing more resentment, as if his daughter had suffered a great loss, been humiliated, or abused.
The father and daughter quickly boarded the helicopter.
