Meanwhile, in another direction, after two hours, a plane flying from Beijing to Modu slowly landed at Modu Airport.
An elder, somewhat thin in stature, slowly walked out from the airport, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, then he took a phone from his pocket and dialed a number: "Family Head, I've arrived at Modu."
"I know, remember my words, Lin Qianru must not die, nor be injured, I need you to bring her to Beijing alive. This concerns the life and death of our Wang family, understand?"
"Understood, Family Head."
After the elder hung up the call, he directly headed to the exit where a taxi was waiting: "To Bai's Group."
