I Studied Beheading in a Mental Institution.

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But how did the attacker perfectly insert these things into his itinerary?

Why even the flight attendants and the plane were swapped, and there was still no movement at Baili's house, as if nothing had happened?

At this moment, Baili Pangpang recalled what Xiao Xu, the private flight attendant, had said.

"This is Master Jing's plane..."

"Master Jing's income for the group is much more expensive than a private jet..."

"We can't let you go back to Guangshen alive..."

Back to Guangshen.

Birthday banquet.

Master Jing.

"Bailijing..." After a long time, Baili's chubby eyes narrowed slightly, "Is that you..."

Beep——! !

Under the dark sky, on the other side of the road, a blue Chevrolet was speeding towards here with its high beams on.

Baili Pangpang's eyes lit up, he barely stood up, walked to the middle of the road, and waved his hands vigorously.

Under his interception, the car still slowly stopped in front of him.

"Are you sick?!" The middle-aged man in the driver's seat rolled down the window and yelled at Baili Fatty in front of the car with a full face of displeasure.

Baili Fatty walked to the car with a blank expression, opened the door, and sat directly in the passenger seat.

The middle-aged man stared blankly at this scene, and it took him a while to realize, "Who the hell are you? Who let you get into my car?"

Baili Pangpang glanced at him, took out a thick wad of bills from his pocket, threw them on the driver's seat, and said lightly:

"drive."