"Young Master Hao, should we bring more people over?" Spice Ginger looked at Hao Jian and asked.
Hao Jian simply shook his head and said, "No need."
He didn't say another word, tossed the car keys to Spice Ginger, and then walked directly onto the plane without expression, surrounded by a cold aura. Seeing this, Spice Ginger said no more. He knew Hao Jian's strength; practically no one could do anything to him, so he didn't think further, just stood aside with the car keys.
However, as Hao Jian boarded the plane, a slight smile appeared on his lips. Perhaps no one else noticed except himself.
"Speed!" Once on the plane, Hao Jian muttered this to the pilot.
The pilot did not dare to defy, immediately starting the plane and taking off. Hao Jian sat down, next to him a suitcase loaded with stacks of U.S. dollars. He glanced at it, expressionless, unconcerned about that. He only cared about Shu Ya's safety now.
