Chapter 87: End of Volume 1 (2/2)

Lu Feng?

“Uncle, what did you just call me?”

The man seemed to have fallen asleep and did not respond to Chen Yang’s words.

“I’m Chen Yang, uncle, I’m Chen Yang...”

Carefully pulling the quilt over the man’s feet, Chen Yang repeated the sentences, then firmly grasped the corner of the quilt, and slowly loosened it.

With calm and cold eyes fixed on the man who had fallen asleep, Chen Yang muttered, “Whoever you are, you are my uncle.”

He bent down on the man’s forehead and left a light kiss. Chen Yang smiled and reached out to tide his hair. After pulling the quilt over for the man, he turned off the bedroom lamp and closed the door gently.

“Good night, uncle.”

A cool night breeze blew the curtains and through the gaps in the curtains, a few lights illuminated the glasses the men put on the bedside.

The man in bed breathed steadily, without warning, and suddenly someone climbed up the window with one hand.

The black figure carefully jumped into Chen An’s bedroom and approached quietly. He took out a wet towel sprayed with knockout drops from his arms and gently covered Chen An’s mouth and nose.

“Target confirmed.” The whispering words were pure Russian.

The night breeze blew, and when the curtains fluttered, the lights fell on the room, leaving the bedroom empty.

Under the tall building, a black car headed for the airport in the busy night of Hong Kong.