A short while later, Chen Chuan walked back into the tunnel he had just come from. The car that brought him was still parked there, but Lan Xinnan and the others had already left.
They had followed the instructions he gave them on the way over.
The matter of the Fumu's split-off body was extremely sensitive. Whether carrying it or disposing of it later, it was best for uninvolved parties to stay far away. Getting dragged into it would be nothing but trouble.
He opened the car door, got in, and placed the briefcase to one side. Then, he started the car and began to drive back.
Fighters have excellent memories, and he remembered the entire route he had taken. Plus, this particular stretch of road was known only to people from Lu Tong Logistics, so he was unlikely to encounter any obstructions on his return trip.
After driving for five or six minutes, he felt he was more or less back within the city limits. He stopped the car and retrieved the briefcase.
