Qi Guoyuan agreed to Li Qing's terms almost without hesitation.
They also set a meeting place, ready to have a more detailed talk with Li Qing.
Before the ordered skewers were delivered, Li Qing casually set the location at this noodle shop.
Since it was nearing midnight and there were no other customers except their table, it wouldn't cause any disturbance.
Qi Guoyuan arrived very quickly; in less than half an hour he had rushed over all dusty and disheveled.
When Li Qing saw this old fox again, he was shocked by his appearance.
In just a few hours, Qi Guoyuan seemed to have aged a decade or so.
His hair was in disarray, his eyes bloodshot, and his lips were so cracked they were bleeding.
"Please take a seat, Mr. Qi!" Lü Zong stood up and politely said.
Qi Guoyuan waved his hand, eyes red, and stared intently at Li Qing, "Mr. Li, I was wrong about the incident before. I am willing to accept any conditions as long as you can save them."
