Once everything settled, Huang Xiaolong yawned and patted Lin Zicong on the shoulder, "I'm done here. I'm going back to sleep. You take care of the rest."
"Alright, teacher." Lin Zicong looked at Huang Xiaolong with reverence. "Teacher, those snipers... uh... How did they suddenly fall from the building and get crushed to death... this is... unfathomable... your methods are truly unpredictable~~"
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask." Huang Xiaolong laughed and turned to leave.
As he took a few steps, a man named Minghui quickly approached. "Mr. Huang, please wait."
"Huh?" Huang Xiaolong saw that Minghui was followed by Miss Ji and her two bodyguards, a middle-aged male grandmaster of ancient martial arts, and a short-haired woman with a sharp aura.
"What's the matter?" Huang Xiaolong smiled.
