"Not in the City within a City, right? How did you get out?" Qian Cangyi replied.
"I'll try Hou Baihuai's method, if that doesn't work, I can find the eight-fingered teenager and play a game, it should be fine. Anyway, you prepare a car first, and we'll leave the Re-woven City when we gather." Hawkeye already had a clear plan in mind.
"Alright, contact me when you're out, and contact me if there's any unexpected situation." Qian Cangyi looked at the front gate of the Internet café and stood up. Although the Internet café is a safe place now, there's more important matter to attend to, and naturally one cannot just hide without moving.
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Sunlight in the early morning bathed the helipad, the black armed helicopter parked atop a suburban building.
Yang Fan disembarked from the helicopter, following the staff downstairs.
