"Are you sure?" Ling Chen's spirit lifted.
"I found an alias once used by Snake King. Just half an hour ago, this alias appeared at Beijing International Airport."
"He's also come to Beijing?" Ling Chen muttered to himself, "Could this be a coincidence... Fatso, I got it, thanks!"
After hanging up the phone, Ling Chen pondered for a moment, then stood up and walked to the window, dialing a number on his cellphone.
If Snake King has come for Nanrong Wanqing, this would be a perfect opportunity to capture him once and for all.
The next day.
At nine in the morning, Ling Chen drove with Nanrong Wanqing to a public cemetery in the suburbs of Beijing.
The sky was unkind today, drizzling, and the gloomy weather mirrored Ling Chen's somber, melancholic mood.
