Song Xiangdong let out a cold snort and took out his phone to dial Zhang Tao's number.
"Where are you guys now?"
On the other end of the phone, Zhang Tao was sitting in the same car as Lin Beichen. The convoy wasn't very large; counting the main vehicle, there were only three cars in total.
The reason for this was to avoid attracting the attention of hostile forces, as Lin Beichen had already come into the international spotlight.
"We're less than three hundred kilometers away from Dragon Tiger Mountain, and are now entering the mountain region."
Zhang Tao glanced at the surroundings outside and responded simply.
"You must be extra careful. According to our intel, there's no movement at all in that area."
Upon hearing Song Xiangdong's words, Zhang Tao on the other end of the phone was slightly taken aback.
To ordinary people, no movement would be a good thing, but to them, it was quite the opposite.
