Fang Heng rubbed his fists, thinking to himself that the people of the Federation were really stupid.
That guy was quite strong.
When he got back, he would report to Chen Yu, deduct his salary and have him write a check!
The gymnasium was a distance away from Mo Yunxiao's villa, so Fang Heng conveniently called a taxi.
Half an hour later.
Fang Heng reached the villa.
"Mr Mo is in the study now. He said to bring you there if you came."
The assistant led Fang Heng to the backyard of the villa where there was a small independent building.
He pushed the door open and entered.
The smell of paper books entered his nose.
Bookshelves were placed in front of the four walls of the room, and they were filled with thick books.
Mo Yunxiao was climbing a high ladder, taking out a book from the upper shelf.
"Fang Heng, you came at the right time. This time, I went to visit an old friend who has studied occultism for many years. I took the time to chat with her about you."
