Mi Xiaolin did not seem to have noticed them. She slipped through the back door while talking to someone else.
Chu Ge and Qiu Wuji simultaneously extended their divine sense to listen. The conversation was surprisingly normal. "More and more people are boarding. Keep a close eye on security."
"Understood."
"No problems with the Symphony Orchestra?"
"None. Everyone's eaten ahead of time and can perform whenever needed."
"Assign dedicated guides to those distinguished guests and satisfy all their requests."
The assistant, John, said bitterly, "It's all that Chu Ge's fault, calling in the police to interfere and costing us a batch of our most useful hosts. Otherwise, we wouldn't be so stretched thin this time."
Mi Xiaolin sneered. "Oh, you even know Chinese idioms."
John sneered back. "Bitch."
"So what if I'm a bitch?" Mi Xiaolin said languidly. "Without this bitch, you think you could carry out your plan?"
John spat and said nothing more.
In truth, he was deeply wary of her. This woman's capacity for endurance and viciousness exceeded what most people in their organization could imagine.
Back when she had fled the country as a stowaway, she had spent over a month at sea before reaching North America. No one knew what she had suffered aboard as a woman traveling alone. What people did know was that within an hour of her disembarking, every crew member on that ship had died. Not one survived.
After leaving the ship, the crew had gone drinking at a bar. Countless people had watched them eating and drinking perfectly normally when their hearts and dicks suddenly burst like exploding butterflies. In an instant, every last one of them was dead.
Mi Xiaolin had been a stowaway. The police did not even know she had ever been aboard the ship, so naturally