Rome Airport.
Leng Zimo stretched his legs and got out of the car, walking into the hotel lobby with Ah Jiu and Ah Sang. One of his men went to handle the check-in, while Leng Zimo headed toward the adjacent lounge area.
Sitting on the sofa, his gaze swept once more over the GPS tracker on his wrist. For several hours now, Luo Xiaoqian had been staying in the same spot.
Obviously, Luo Ke had already taken her back to his place.
Taking the map Ah Jiu handed over, Leng Zimo quickly matched it to the tracker and drew a circle on the map, then passed the map back to Ah Jiu. "Go find someone to figure out exactly what this place is right now!"
Indeed, at this moment Leng Zimo wanted nothing more than to see Luo Xiaoqian immediately, but reason told him that rushing in now would be useless. If he wanted to rescue Luo Xiaoqian, he had to do his homework thoroughly.
After all, this was Rome, not Beijing. This was Luo Ke’s home turf.
Where exactly Luo Xiaoqian was, what situation she was in, how to rescue her, how to get her out safely afterward... this entire chain of issues all needed careful preparation. The more critical the moment, the more he had to stay cold and clear-headed.
"Okay." Ah Jiu took the map.
"Ah Sang, go find someone to prepare the River." Leng Zimo spoke again.
"Okay." Ah Sang agreed as well.
Without hesitation, the two of them immediately stood up and left the hotel together.
"Sir." One of his men walked over. "The rooms are ready. Please go upstairs and rest for a while."
Leng Zimo nodded, stood up with a frown, and under the protection of several subordinates, walked toward the elevator, his mind racing through how the next steps should unfold.
Ding!
The elevator stopped on the nineteenth floor. Leng Zimo stepped out and followed behind the waiter into the room.

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