Without wasting time waiting for Jiao Yalin’s reaction, Leng Zimo directly hung up the phone and immediately dialed another number.
"This is Leng Zimo, arrange a plane immediately, I need to fly directly to the United Kingdom... Yes, now... I’ll be at the airport in an hour..."
He pushed open the door, strode out, and immediately ordered the two subordinates guarding outside the door.
"Tell Ah Jiu to protect the young master well."
Saying this, he briskly headed for the stairs leading to the helicopter platform, editing a message on his phone as he walked, sending it to Cheang Xiao, instructing him to ensure Luo Xiaoqian’s safety.
Time was tight; whether Jiao Yang’s family would believe them, or what their reaction would be, these were things he could not estimate. Leng Zimo did not place much hope on the Duke of Kent. To ensure Jiao Yang’s safety, he had to rush to the United Kingdom to personally handle this matter.
With long strides, he ascended the stairs and dialed Ah Sang’s number.
"Mobilize the team immediately, head to London, England; try to contact anyone you know, prepare weapons. Once in London, we’ll meet up."
After hanging up, Leng Zimo quickly typed a message and sent it to Luo Xiaoqian’s phone, then got into the helicopter.
"Take off immediately, get me to the airport!"
The pilot quickly started the helicopter, the rotors spun up, and the helicopter lifted off from the yacht and soared into the sky.
...
...
On the deck.
Shen Yizhou and others were courteously inviting various guests to temporarily rest in the cabins, and Leng Lin also invited some of his old friends into the cabins. The captain was stowing the anchor, preparing to head towards the shore.
The yachts and small boats on board were limited, and it wasn’t possible to send all the guests ashore one by one.
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