Cao Zhengzhi suddenly looked up and saw a slender woman sitting to one side, crossing her legs elegantly and flicking cigarette ash off her pale fingers.
Li Rong!
He had seen Li Rong before.
This type of strong, dominating woman had a presence so memorable that one glance was unforgettable.
And now, Li Rong didn't look anything like a captive.
She looked more like the young mistress of a household, waiting for reports from her servants.
"Wang Zuo, what are you playing at?" Cao Zhengzhi asked sharply.
Wang Zuo glared at him, then hurried over to Li Rong's side, bowed, and respectfully said, "Sister Li, this guy brought more than a hundred men, dozens of whom are special forces, level five Pilgrim Infantry. I've had them taken to the position we prepared earlier."
Only then did Li Rong look away from her scrutiny, nodded her head, and said, "Well done."
Wang Zuo smiled ingratiatingly, "That's only right, only right."
