You called yourselves "Dawn," too?
Aboard the private plane, Baru felt the phone in his pocket vibrate as he rested with his eyes closed.
He had two phones in total. One was a dedicated phone issued by the organization to meet its confidentiality requirements.
The other was for everyday use, and had WeChat installed on it.
Glancing at Jonathan, who was asleep beside him, Baru turned sideways, took out his own phone, and opened WeChat to find a message from Qin Xiaoxia.
He put on his earphones and tapped play.
A voice imbued with magic power reached his ears, jolting his mind awake.
A dozen seconds later, the WeChat message was deleted.
Baru put away his earphones and phone, then gazed through narrowed eyes at the white clouds outside the cabin window.
The Association's extraordinary efficiency came as no surprise to Baru.
Even a fallen giant still had plenty of strength. Though it had been in decline for a long time, a transcendent power spanning centuries naturally had no shortage of means at its disposal.
All he needed to worry about now was whether he could carry out his mission perfectly.
After six hours in the air, Baru and Jonathan finally landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport.
Their five colleagues had landed half an hour ahead of them and were already waiting in the airport lounge.
They already knew one another, so there was no need to waste time on introductions.
As the person in overall command of this operation, Baru briefly explained some details of the "Sender Plan." Anything else would have to be handled as circumstances arose.
Aside from finding the "sender," another guiding principle was to avoid attracting the attention of the French Authorities.
After meeting up in the VIP lounge and taking a short break,