Leaving the Special Combat Squadron Base was quite far.
Wang Tonggu and Zhuang Ziwen drove to the airport, where a large fleet of luxury cars had already parked. Wang Yijun still looked pale, with a hint of fear in his eyes, but evidently, he was out of danger.
Supported by others, he could stand firmly and wait.
After receiving assurances from Zhou Ping'an.
Wang Tonggu, fearing more complications with the passing night, simply decided to transfer his cousin to Linhai, where advanced medical skills were not the most important thing.
The key was that, in Linhai, among his own Wang Family's stronghold, it was easier to handle matters.
Instead of being on edge as in Dongjiang.
What Wang Yijun had done before had clearly greatly offended Zhou Ping'an.
Being nonchalant now didn't mean he would be the same in the future.
Moving gave some peace of mind.
"Old Zhuang, for today's matter, I owe you one."