Jiang Junlin sat in the car, closing his eyes to rest. "Go collect an additional allowance and then enjoy a three-day vacation."
"Master, next time we have such a task, we won't refuse," one of the guards joked, touching the corner of his lips. "Miss Gu Ci, you don't hold back."
Jiang Junlin chuckled. "Let's go!"
As soon as Gu Ci left the hospital, she sent a text message to Jiang Junlin, asking him to cooperate in staging a play. She was worried that Lu Zhiyuan wouldn't handle the internal chaos well, so she wanted to provide them with an opportunity.
The Third Master, who had nothing to desire and was indomitable, was definitely not the ideal ruler in their eyes.
Lu Zhiyuan, with fatal weaknesses and concerns, was the one they preferred as their ruler. Black Hawk had always favored puppet rulers; that was their tradition.
