"Here we are, get off." Near the Golden Mansion, the driver pulled over.
As Zhao Guang had just stepped out, the driver floored the accelerator with a swoosh. "During our time, I encountered that armor freak too, it was really dangerous. Luckily, I ran fast, or I wouldn't have gotten away."
"You encountered it too, huh? I really don't know where all these freaks come from lately, we drivers really need to be careful."
If Zhao Guang had heard this conversation between the drivers, he probably wouldn't have been in such a good mood.
Not far away was the headquarters of Golden Mansion, and as the manager of Golden Mansion, Wang Qishan had to come to this place every day, rain or shine, so this guy was bound to be here.
However, Zhao Guang had overlooked one thing: his armor was simply too splendid.
With that armor on, as he walked, he attracted a lot of attention.
