The place where Liu Zun got out of the car was not far from the police station, just over a kilometer away.
Very fast.
Watching the police cars constantly heading out of the city, heading in the direction of the car he just got out of, all Liu Zun could do was wish the two of them luck.
The sun rose.
Walking on the roadside, looking at the Western world he was already tired of.
Liu Zun wanted to sing, but reason and experience told him that those who dared to show off at this critical moment probably already had grass a meter high on their graves.
