Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

The man in black and his party arrived at the airport.

Holding a gun to the airport manager's head, forcing him to reveal Ji Chuchu's whereabouts.

But how does the airport manager know about Ji Chuchu?

His face turned pale, and tremblingly, he called out the surveillance camera for this group of unknown people.

Trembling, he said: "First... Sir, I really don't know this lady... I have never even met her..."

His legs were so weak that he knelt down directly. The black muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at him, making him not even dare to look at it.

The man in black clicked on the surveillance screen repeatedly, his face cold and expressionless.

Surveillance footage showed that Ji Chuchu was picked up by an unknown man.

She obviously bought a ticket, but she didn't get on the plane at all.

Her car has also been parked outside the airport and has not been moved for a month.

After disappearing from the surveillance screen, he never appeared again.

He followed the strange man and left from the blind spot of the surveillance camera.

She seems to know that they will track her.

The man in black slowly stood up straight.

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After the brutal men in black left, the manager with a bruise on his face closed the office door.

After closing the curtains and confirming that no one was outside, the manager shook his hands and picked up his mobile phone.

He quickly dialed an unknown number in his address book and then put it to his ear.

"...Hey, he...they came to my place..."

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"They didn't say anything, they just took the surveillance away."

In the process, they almost broke him because of their rage.

The manager wiped the physiological cold sweat on his forehead and felt a dampness on his back.

"Yes, they may also check nearby surveillance."

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"Okay, okay, don't worry, I'm always very strict with my mouth."

He promised proudly.

After reporting the situation, he quickly hung up the phone.

The next second, a bank transfer text message appeared on his phone.

A huge amount of money quietly slipped into his pocket.

The manager carefully counted the digits on the amount with his fat hands and smiled with satisfaction.

By the way, I also wiped the cold sweat from my head.

Sure enough, it is better to make money by doing risky jobs.

He put down his phone and leaned comfortably on his office chair.

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Ji Chuchu hung up the phone and looked up at the man sitting opposite the sofa.

The man has an elegant face and looks to be in his thirties. He holds a cigarette butt in one hand and is smoking it leisurely.

In the smoke, his expression was a little unclear, and his dark blue eyes symbolized his foreign identity.

The movements are elegant, but without losing the ruffian spirit.

In response to Ji Chuchu's call, he nodded his cigarette butt slowly, as if...

Something had been expected.

Ji Chuchu sat up slightly and put down the phone.

"Mr. Benson, thank you for this matter..."

She spoke in fluent foreign languages.

Benson leisurely crossed his legs, leaned on the high-end leather sofa, and lightly lit the lit cigarette.

The cigarette ash fell silently, and he just laughed and said, "Miss Ji can live here with peace of mind."

"As long as you don't want to, I can guarantee you that he will never find you, and... your son."

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Ji Chuchu said nothing.

After a long time, she looked at him and suddenly asked: "Why?"

Why...why did he suddenly choose to help her?