"I'll send someone to Rong's group immediately. These surveillance people have left. I'm afraid they have to try their best to escape." Fu xishen took out his mobile phone and called people directly.

"Then we can't stay here any longer. We have to go out and have a look." An Zirui also nodded seriously.

"Shall we start now?" Zhao Qiqing hesitated and asked, "what if President an comes back?"

"I'll leave a note for my father. Let's leave first." An Zirui said, "we must give him an understanding of this matter."

The three immediately got on the bus and came to the downstairs of Rong's group.

"Are you always there? We want to find out something about him." Fu xishen asked.

An Zirui is inconvenient to appear because of his identity. Only Zhao Qiqing and Fu xishen get off.

"Do you have an appointment? You can't see without an appointment." The front desk is very polite.

"We didn't make an appointment. We just wanted to ask if your president Rong was still in the company or where he went?" Asked Fu xishen.

"Ah, we'll never be there. We don't know where he went." The front desk said very politely.

"It seems that we have left. We are a little late." Zhao Qiqing looked back at Fu xishen.

Fu xishen knocked on the table, shook his head, got up and returned to the car: "I'll arrange someone to go down and search the whole city for Rong Zhentian."

"Here, I have informed the police that some people have confessed the dark scenes behind Rong's group. Now they can arrest them only after the evidence collection is completed." An Zirui said.

"How long does it take to obtain evidence?" Zhao Qiqing asked#@$& amp;

"I'm afraid it's not easy. They've got the news long ago, and we're starting now. With the temperament of Rong Zhentian's old dog, hiding things will not be too easy for people to know." An Zirui thought for a while and said.

He sat in the car and thought, "I remember they discussed going back to country f before I came out."

"But just now we asked the front desk and said the same thing. Since they released the news, is it a smoke bomb? In fact, they have already changed their destination?" Zhao Qiqing asked.

"Rong Zhentian has already prepared several places for him to transfer his property. The first is country m and the second is country F."

"Country f doesn't buy many things, but the most possible place is that only a few of us who have a good relationship know it. It's too obvious to go to country M." An Zirui took out his mobile phone again and told the police what he thought& amp; (&

"The most dangerous place is the safest place. He told everyone that he went to country f, so everyone will naturally become the idea of going to another place." Fu xishen nodded: "the latest flight of country f still has one hour. Let's hurry up and have time."

"Wait a minute. Put this on before you go." An Zirui put on his heavy helmet, covered himself tightly, and then weighed two protective clothes from the back.

"Where did this come from?" Zhao Qiqing was surprised.

"I prepared it myself. Fasten my seat belt quickly. I'm going to start soon!" An Zirui finished, looked at their actions, stepped on the accelerator neatly, and the car ran away.

The airport is crowded and the weather has turned cold, so most people are wrapped in thick clothes and wear the same masks.

Rong Zhentian is not high. People are also ordinary. They can't be found in the crowd.

In this crowded hall, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"We act separately, each with a team of bodyguards, and gather when we find them." An Zirui said calmly, "Rong Zhentian is insidious and cunning. I don't know if he will carry other weapons. Don't act rashly."

The crowd nodded immediately and then began to act separately.

Zhao Qiqing also wanted to take a group of people away, but Fu xishen stopped her: "forget it, just stay here. You are a woman, the object of Rong Zhentian's key hijacking."

The police over there have also informed the airport that everyone has been quietly transferred.

Several people walked in against the flow of people. Zhao Qiqing looked around and suddenly saw a man sitting by the wall with his eyes closed.

"Ah Shen, do you see that?" Zhao Qiqing showed them.

The figure, an Zirui, followed for more than ten years, nodded firmly at a glance: "yes! Everyone gather here!"

An Zirui said to the walkie talkie and looked at them: "don't move either of you and try to stay away from danger."

Fu xishen nodded: "we are behind you."

An Zirui was satisfied with his arrangement. In order to prevent Rong Zhentian from having weapons on his body, Fu Xi pulled Zhao Qiqing very far and tried to go around the pillar.

The person sitting in the chair, wrapped in a thick scarf, next to a large bag, is very quiet.

Until everyone surrounded him, he opened his eyes calmly: "I thought you had to find some time. How did you find me when I was so thick?"

"Mayor Rong, come with us." Said the bodyguard who led the team.

"You answer my question first. How did you find me? It's impossible to find me if it's not for the people who have been with me for a long time." Rong Zhentian suddenly raised his eyes and stared at an Zirui.

The two men fought like this.

"Did he recognize an Zirui?" Zhao Qiqing asked, dragging Fu xishen's cape.

"Maybe, just as an Zirui can be sure at a glance." Fu xishen said.

"That won't work." Zhao Qiqing squeezed her fist and suddenly came forward.

"Mayor Rong, why can I find you so quickly? Of course it's because of me." Zhao Qiqing looked at him with a smile.

"You?" Rong Zhentian naturally didn't believe it: "haven't we met in all?"

"That's what mayor Rong himself thinks." Zhao Qiqing shook her head and said, "since I found out the cause of my father's death, I have been studying your news all day. After so many years, you say I can't recognize you. Who else can recognize you?"

"Oh? Really?" Rong Zhentian said, "what else do you know?"

"I know a lot. Whether it was more than 20 years ago or now, you can't hear it for a while. If you don't marry us, let's go back and have a cup of tea." Zhao Qiqing said with a smile.

"What if I don't?" Rong Zhentian raised his eyelids: "there are too many things about more than 20 years ago, I don't remember, and I'm too lazy to remember again. I have other things now."

Then, Rong Zhentian looked down at his wrist watch: "Oh, the plane will take off in 20 minutes. Mr. Zhao wants to ask me for tea next time." Rong Zhentian refused.

Seeing his calm appearance, Zhao Qiqing narrowed her eyes: "what if I want to invite the mayor to tea this time?"