One of the girls ran over and held the iron fence tightly with both hands. She asked excitedly,
"You know about the aristocratic family?!"
"Chengxue!" Another girl walked forward and pulled the girl in front. When she saw Han Zhao dressed as a martial artist, she asked, "Young Master, the aristocratic family you mentioned is…"
After all, ordinary martial artists would call powerful families aristocratic families. They were different from the aristocratic families they spoke of.
"Of course, I'm talking about the Divine Weapon Family." Han Zhao said seriously.
"You really know about the aristocratic family!" The girl in front revealed a look of joy.
Clang!
Han Zhao cut the door lock.
"It stinks in here! Let's talk outside."
Han Zhao pulled open the iron door and gestured for the three women to follow him out.
The three women walked out of the prison one after another.
