"I'm in a good mood today. Get lost!" Han Zhao waved his hand.
"Farewell!" After catching his breath, Yang Xie turned around and left.
Lu Huanxiu's expression was uncertain as he staggered out of the living room.
Zheng Xingui took a deep look at Han Zhao and turned to leave.
...
...
It was night.
The moon was dark and the wind was strong.
Lu Huanxiu left the prefecture capital and headed for the suburbs.
He rushed all the way to Xing Chen's hiding place. "Greetings, Guardian!"
"Lu Huanxiu, looks like the mission I gave you has failed?"
Xing Chen's figure walked out of the darkness deep in the forest.
"Originally, the mission went smoothly, but the Furious Flood Dragon Gang's Young Sect Master, Han Zhao, suddenly appeared and injured me and Yang Xie. Zheng Xingu stood by and did nothing, causing the mission to fail," Lu Huanxiu explained.
