Into the Trap
Time quietly slipped away.
Teng Snake and Iron Hand, ordered to show themselves, drove a large Jeep.
They deliberately circled around near Qin Zhao and the others, who were heading back.
As they drove in circles, they talked.
Their voices were not loud, but Qin Zhao had Heavenly Ear.
Teng Snake was waiting for them to see or hear them, then follow.
Qin Zhao and Xiao Yifeng would definitely recognize them at a glance.
They were old friends, after all.
And they were supposedly heading back to the hotel.
The people Xiao Yifeng had brought were arranged in a hotel, which was completely filled up.
Qin Liffei's people were different.
They had entered the country, and there were many of them, so their lodging could not be too conspicuous.
They had chosen a large warehouse.
They were only staying there temporarily anyway.
Then they kept several skilled men by their side to prevent any unexpected incidents.
As they were about to return to the hotel, Qin Zhao's Heavenly Ear sharply caught some familiar voices conversing.
He remembered voices. He was especially sensitive to any voice he had heard before.
"Teng Snake, do you think that thing is really in the He family's old residence?"
"Why do I feel like it isn't reliable?"
"When has Young Master's intelligence ever been wrong? Once we get the item, let's go make preparations first."
The moment Qin Zhao heard that form of address, he immediately looked toward the source of the voices.
With that glance, he clearly saw the man in the driver's seat with a Snake Totem on his neck.
Teng Snake!
One of Shen Wuxiao's trusted generals.
The other was Iron Hand, likewise one of Shen Wuxiao's trusted men.
To think they would see them here.
It looked as