Having dealt with the affairs of the academy, Zhu Wencong immediately led his team back to the state capital.
San Francisco had become a high-risk area, where gunfights could be witnessed daily, with groups, large and small, brawling in the streets.
Zhu Wencong had become a marked man among the Farm Owners of San Francisco, with his head valued at a hundred thousand British Pounds on the black market.
Eliminating Zhu Wencong a day earlier would mean ending the ceaseless turmoil in San Francisco a day sooner.
"Isn't that Malik?" Su Yanqiao pointed to a convoy of carriages in the distance.
Zhu Wencong watched as Malik rushed over in haste, clearly having heard the news about himself and hurried over from San Francisco.
The University of California still had some influence locally, so those Farm Owners wouldn't dare to come over and cause trouble recklessly.
Though the state capital didn't openly take sides in support of Zhu Wencong, it had sent many teams to protect him closely.
