When Sophia saw Feng Jun get into the car, she proactively handed him both the phone and the iPad and asked in Yingda, "How should we handle this?"
"Help me look up a place first," Feng Jun said, giving her a name. "Navigate us there."
Using electronic devices for navigation meant they could not discuss any confidential matters—what if they were being monitored?
Fortunately, their destination was fairly easy to reach. After searching for a while, Sophia said, "I've been there before. We don't need navigation. Help me put the phone away."
Sophia covered the three hundred kilometers in just over three hours.
Feng Jun tapped on his phone a couple of times and locked onto the location. It was a small courtyard by the highway. The yard was not large and looked somewhat old, but the lawn and flowers were thriving and meticulously maintained. It was clear that the owner of the house probably loved life.
However, anyone who thought so would be completely wrong. The owner was the apostate Keane, and this was his hiding place.
Besides Keane, there was also a Mohican middle-aged woman living in the house, hired as his maid.
Of course, the neighbors could all guess that old Keane lived alone. Hiring a maid like this also let him occasionally satisfy certain personal needs. As for why he had chosen a Mohican woman, it was surely because she was cheap.
Naturally, those who knew Keane's true identity could not help wondering whether this woman was his accomplice.
However, Feng Jun possessed part of Keane's memories and knew that she was genuinely just a maid. So he did not hesitate. After entering the courtyard, he decisively used a sleeping drug.
It was not as though he lacked other ways to knock her out, but if