A plane flew straight across the sky from Pearl River to Alkebulan.

“You’d better not try anything funny.” Qin Ye wore a sleeping mask and reclined his seat. He was seated in the VIP area, and Abra was seated right beside him.

“I’m making a private trip to the Alkebulan Underworld for some private matters that cannot be disclosed. When we arrive in Alkebulan, you should go through the usual reporting channels.” Qin Ye lifted the sleeping mask slightly and glanced at Abra, “As an informant for the Alkebulan Underworld, you should know full well Hell’s international standing among the underworlds. So, do you not believe the words I’ve said?”

Like hell I believe you!

Ah… I mean… You are from hell after all…

But if this were an official private visit, you would’ve gone through the proper channels, and not through me! You’re obviously some Emissary of Hell that is up to no good!

These were the thoughts in Abra’s heart, but he obviously couldn’t express these thoughts of his. In fact, his hands had been trembling uncontrollably ever since he’d boarded the plane earlier.

They were on a specially chartered plane. Why did Qin Ye have access to something like that? Simple. All it needed was a single word of instruction from a particular old monk.

They were the only two passengers on this flight.

Qin Ye ignored him. It had already been half an hour since the plane first took off. He waved his hand casually. At once, a man dressed in camouflage uniform marched over,...