In City No. 4, a convoy raced through the streets.
It was only eleven at night, when the Inner World's nightlife was just beginning. Traffic still flowed endlessly through the streets, yet PCE Public Security Management Committee police cars were clearing the way for this convoy.
Pedestrians hurriedly stepped aside, discussing where the convoy could possibly be headed.
In the sedan at the center of the convoy, the middle-aged Qing Yun sat in the back seat and said to the secretary in the passenger seat,
"Apply to the Chen family for political asylum immediately. Ask them to lift the airspace restrictions over City No. 7. We need to land there. Also, once we reach the airport, be careful, careful, and more careful... Have the Garrison Troops assembled yet?!"
The secretary replied, "The Garrison Troops have assembled and are heading to the airport to clear a path for you. The A-Class Airship at the airport is ready as well and can take off at any time."
However, just as they reached the airport, the secretary suddenly cried out, "Boss, the Chen family actually rejected your request for political asylum! Their response was that they had no intention of interfering in the Qing family's internal conflict and asked you to actively cooperate with the Qing family's internal investigation."
"What?" Qing Yun raised her voice. "I gave Chen Yu my wholehearted devotion, and he's abandoning me at a time like this?!"
"Boss, what do we do now?" the secretary asked anxiously.
"Board the airship first. We can't stay in the Southwest anyway. Go to City No. 18, and if that doesn't work, City 20. As long as I'm alive, I'm a political bargaining chip!" Qing Yun said.
The convoy arrived at the airport, where the roar of massive engines drowned out their voices.