Mr. Cui Zhongcheng stood on the layer upon layer of withered leaves, gazing at the distant, slender mountain path, and knocked on the car window next to him.
There was still someone sitting in the car.
"Mr. Xiao Cui..."
Zhao Qi was on pins and needles. He dared not get out of the car, looking through the car window towards the direction from which Lu Nanzhi was coming. He knew more than anyone what this conversation meant... his father intended to confess openly what he had done at the Freedom Hall.
The people under Lu Nanzhi were not to be trifled with!
However... it seemed there was some good news.
This time Lu Nanzhi had arrived, apparently without many people.
At least for now, he hadn't seen the calamity he feared the most...
"Where did Crow go? Did he come?" Zhao Qi shrank in the back seat, carefully observing around, fearful of being noticed by the other side, but after a long look, he realized Lu Nanzhi seemed to have brought only two people.
