Wise people always have self-awareness and maintain a reverence for the unknown, even a national-level expedition investigating that eerie Qintian Hospital is seeking death.
Pan Hao sighed, recalling his youth when he faced the unknown with a hint of greed rather than reverence, and ended up causing so many troubles.
He pointed behind him, "Get in the car, my house is nearby. This isn't a place for conversation."
"Do you mind if I bring some guests?" the elderly man with gray hair pointed to several Black-clothed Guard Investigators behind him, carrying a lot of baggage.
Old Pan waved his hand and loaded four passengers into the car, "Not at all, not at all, feel free."
After all, he was a collaborator of the "Saint" 40 years ago, and Pan Hao had brought firsthand information about the "Hospital". Things would have been bad without his information.
Therefore, the members of the Black-clothed Guard showed no disrespect.
"Mr. Pan, why have you been avoiding us?"
