Night.
In the Bai Jing restaurant.
The atmosphere had become rather tense.
Some regular customers, looking at the notice 'The shop will be closed from tomorrow,' felt as if the air had become heavy. One by one, they could not bear it and left.
Occasionally, some stern-faced men in black came in, gradually occupying the entire restaurant.
"Bai Jing, Advisor Bai!"
At the end, as soon as the Internet closed, Zi and Huang Minghao walked in, "What exactly do you want to do?"
Su Lu wiped his hands and replied with a smile, "I'm tired of running a restaurant and want to start a school, it's as simple as that."
The feeling tonight told him that the Internet was ready to confront him.
"So...did you kill Suvit, and where is the ancient god's photo?"
Huang Minghao questioned him aggressively.
Everyone around them at this moment was from the Internet, so there was no fear of secrets being leaked.
