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"Are you sure it's Jiang He?"

"It should be him…"

Over fifty kilometers outside Lingzhou City, both Wang Hou and Lin Tianzheng were flying rapidly toward Jiang He's house, with Wang Hou talking to someone else over the phone. "Our surveillance equipment has detected someone flying over the skies of base cities at 6.8 times the speed of sound. I can't imagine anyone else reaching such speed aside from Mister Jiang."

It was only obvious.

Wang Hou did not arrive at this time by coincidence, but thanks to intelligence reports.

After all, Jiang He did not cloak his figure when he returned from overseas, and it made sense if he was picked up by a base city's surveillance systems.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Both Wang Hou and Lin Tianzheng landed outside Jiang He's house.