Hong Zhengying's eyes brightened when he heard Mo Huasong say that.
Indeed, Master Batian was different, using his own strength, he could command the Dragon Breath Organization.
At that moment, Mo Huasong felt the urge to relieve himself.
When Mo Huasong came to the restroom on the first floor and pushed the door, he found there was another door inside.
"Who is it?" came Fat Dragon's voice from inside.
"It's me." Mo Huasong replied.
"Bro, don't fool around, I'm not into men."
Mo Huasong cursed in anger, "Enough with the crap, are you done yet?"
"Not yet, you should just go to the second floor's restroom." Fat Dragon suggested.
Mo Huasong thought about it and agreed, considering the amount of the food Fat Dragon had eaten, who knew how long he would be. So he decided to go upstairs after all.
There was still no news from the Dragon Breath Organization, they must be investigating, though he wasn't sure how long it would take.
