Seeing Xiang Zeng's figure gradually disappearing from his sight.
Zhao Zhenfeng slowly walked toward the special car arranged by the Martial Arts Association.
"Thank you," he said.
His face was solemn, and he gave a slight nod.
He thanked the driver for opening the car door for him.
A big shot from the capital would actually thank someone as insignificant as himself.
Although it was just a polite courtesy.
Still, the driver looked flattered, bowing repeatedly.
"It's my pleasure, my pleasure," he said.
As the driver's respectful and slightly frightened voice rang out, Zhao Zhenfeng prepared to sit in the back seat.
But at this moment,
Zhao Zhenfeng's movements suddenly froze.
What?!
His expression changed, as if he had sensed something.
Whoosh!
Zhao Zhenfeng turned his head in an instant.
His eyes, like lightning, shot toward the small woods to the right of the Martial Arts Association.
However,
