“Does anyone smoke pipes these days?” asked Chen Ming quizzically.

Huo Yao narrowed her eyes but said nothing to Chen Ming. She simply reached her hand out and took the tobacco bag from him.

She was very familiar with the tobacco bag. It belonged to Mi Wei and he always carried it with him.

When she first got here, there was nothing on the ground, so someone must have deliberately left the tobacco bag by her feet to get her attention.

She was unable to locate Mi Wei anywhere recently. She stood up from the seat with thoughts running through her mind.

She raised her head and glanced around solemnly.

When Huo Yao suddenly stood up, Chen Ming looked at her quizzically. “Yes, Miss Huo?”

Chen Ming glanced in the same direction as her. Other than some occasional passersby, everything seemed normal.

Huo Yao raised her hand. After glancing around, her eyes landed on a cleaning personnel pushing a cleaning cart in the distance.

The cleaning lady seemed to be the only person who came into close proximity to her earlier.

She pondered briefly before she said to Chen Ming, “Uncle Ming, I need to use the bathroom.”

She stepped out of the VIP lounge area unhurriedly and walked off giving off a serious vibe.

Chen Ming watched quizzically from behind as she left.

Something seemed amiss with Miss Huo. She looked especially tense when he found the tobacco bag. It felt as though she recognized the tobacco bag.

Even though Chen Ming was puzzled, he did not follow behind her and simply sat in the VIP lounge area and waited for her.

*

After leaving the VIP lounge area, she followed behind the cleaning lady until the passersby in the airport blocked her view. She eventually lost the cleaning lady.

Huo Yao pursed her lips suddenly. Even though her head was covered by her black hoodie and she held a low profile, people kept turning to look at her, thanks to her imposing aura.

The culprit was certainly a master of concealment.

She looked up at a huge airport hall trying to figure out where the cleaning lady had gone. Before long, she walked toward the left and headed straight to the airport parking sign.

Huo Yao kept walking until she got to the designated staff parking area where she saw the cleaning trolley abandoned in a corner.

Even though she had found the trolley, no one else was in the parking lot other than her and the place felt eerily quiet.

Huo Yao narrowed her eyes holding a silver needle between her fingers. After standing quietly for half a minute, she suddenly turned, flicked her fingers, and fired the needle at the car nearby.

A dark silhouette evaded the silver needle as it flew toward him.

The man had finally gotten forced out of hiding. Huo Yao looked at the man expressionlessly. It was a man in his forties and she had never seen him before.

On second look, something felt strange about the man’s face.

For some reason, it looked fake to her.

“Sure enough, you’re still alive,” said the man unhurriedly. “Hi, Shangguan Yu.”