Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Seven
A group of Hechuan City bigwigs followed Yunlin into the estate and entered a large conference room that could accommodate dozens of people. There was space along the sides for people to stand, so fitting these bigwigs and their bodyguards was no problem.
Seventeen bigwigs took their respective seats.
Behind each one stood two to three bodyguards, and the conference room was suddenly crowded with a sea of people.
"Gentlemen, please wait for a moment, I'll go and invite Mr. Long over."
After saying this, Yunlin hurried out of the room.
In front of so many wolf-like bigwigs, she too was under great pressure, especially since they seemed to have ill intentions.
She ran towards the back at a quick pace.
Long Xiaoshan was accustomed to frequenting only a few places.
Yunlin soon found Long Xiaoshan sitting on a cliff at the mountain top. She ran up to Long Xiaoshan out of breath and said quickly, "Young Master, they have arrived."
