Hotel rooftop.
An airplane circled above.
Nan Jiaojiao stepped out onto the balcony, hands tucked in her trouser pockets, the cold wind that briskly lifted only managed to flutter an edge of her jacket.
She walked over step by step, her footing sure.
Then, grabbing the rope ladder thrown down to her, someone above pulled her up.
Nan Jiaojiao's face was covered by the Fox Mask, her eyes cold and terrifying. A mere stare left two people collapsing to the ground.
"Boss, is it really you? You're not dead?"
"I am.
Nan Jiaojiao sat on the couch and said coldly, "Where's the thing I wanted."
"Here, here it is."
Her subordinate handed her a laptop.
It was turned off. No matter how it was manipulated, it couldn't be broken into, but Nan Jiaojiao decrypted it in no time, pulled up a map showing a red dot, and rewound the timeline to see the trajectory of the red dot; two hours ago, it had stopped at a place and hadn't moved since.