The little mustached man took the tablet, studied it carefully, then looked up in surprise. "Boss, they really might be heading for the airport. How did you figure that out?"
The old man chuckled. "Minda and his wife were attacked on the road. They'll be thinking about leaving every moment. Only by returning to Manchester—their home turf—will they feel safe. But there are only two ways to leave Trat: by car or by plane!"
After taking a puff of his cigar, he continued unhurriedly, "But a car is impossible. What happened on the highway has already frightened Minda and his wife. So their only choice is to fly. Not only is it fast, but Minda also has a private plane at the airport."
The old man rolled the cigar between his fingers and said quickly, "Although I don't know how they'll get to Trat Airport, I still think they'll go by car. Arrange men immediately and head to Trat Airport. Take care of Minda and his wife!"
After saying that, the hatred in his eyes intensified.
"Yes!" The little mustached man immediately nodded and turned to make preparations.
"Wait!" The old man stopped him, paused briefly, then said, "Send more people to the airport. Also send some here, to this checkpoint. No matter how they leave Trat, they can only pass through these two places—one by plane, the other by car."
"Understood!" the little mustached man said.
"This time, don't disappoint me. Deal with them as soon as possible. And the other two people with them—take care of them too. Remember, make it clean and efficient!" the old man said.
"Yes!" The little mustached man nodded. Seeing that the old man had nothing more to say, he immediately turned and went out to make arrangements.
Chen Mo had no idea