"Meow!" Purple Cat meowed.
The cat was ready.
Zhang Ronghua put it in his pocket and used a bit of soul power to cover himself. He couldn't see anything from the outside. Everything was blocked by soul power.
With a sway of his body, he turned into a golden light and disappeared from the room. The lamp was extinguished at this moment, and the door closed on its own.
Only the sound of thunder could be heard as the storm fell.
..
West City.
In a remote courtyard, there was a middle-aged man with a square face. There was a black mole under the left corner of his eye and a strand of black hair. He was very eye-catching. His lips were thick and his face was gentle. He was the doctor of the Ministry of Works, Wu Yangjian. He looked like a good person on the outside, but the things he did in secret were not good at all. Many people had died by his hands.
