The assistant argued vehemently, "Those are Manager Zhao's security personnel, assigned to him by the company! Why can't we take them? If something happens to Manager Zhao, can you bear that responsibility?"
Peregrine Falcon was unmoved, his tone cold and merciless. "That may be true in Central City, but during a transport mission, every individual is part of the convoy's defensive force—including Manager Zhao himself. However, considering he is unwell, I will personally approve his return.
If Manager Zhao finds this arrangement unsuitable, he can file an appeal with headquarters via telegram. As long as headquarters approves, I have no personal objections."
Zhao Qian raised a hand to stop his assistant from arguing further. Exchanging telegrams would take too much time, and as his condition worsened, he could no longer afford to delay. He had to return immediately. Besides, with Chi Duan as an escort, he should be able to handle most situations.
