"Director, what do we do now?" The man in police uniform looked at Zeng Fang for guidance.
"Immediately inform the higher-ups. We must ensure Qin Yuru's safety; otherwise, Capital City is going to descend into chaos," Zeng Fang spoke. The man nodded and quickly walked out.
"The Qin Family's Old Master is critically ill, and now this happens. Could it be..." Zeng Fang's eyes flickered, and a suspicion rose in his heart. However, as this suspicion took shape, his face turned pale.
On the hijacked plane, when Qin Yuru was taken away by two people, Ye Luo's eyes sparkled with a sharp light as he activated his Clairvoyant Eye. The entire situation on the plane lay bare before his eyes.
Apart from the six people in this cabin, there were another four in a different cabin, plus one in the cockpit and the two with her; a total of thirteen. All were armed, and all were foreigners.
After grasping the situation, Ye Luo suddenly cried out, "Ah, my stomach hurts so much."