"What on Earth happened?" Zhao Guang became increasingly curious.
"Just search online yourself, it's already spread everywhere." Clearly, the taxi driver did not want to talk anymore, but how could this be possible? Aren't taxi drivers supposed to be very talkative?
It was only the drivers near his home who were always somewhat taciturn and drove very fast.
"Fine, then take me to the hotel."
Back at the hotel, while resting, Zhao Guang opened a video hosting site. Even though it had only been a few days since he was out, it seemed like the smell of gunpowder hadn't faded from him. These past few days, he had not rested well, waking up at the slightest noise.
Even before someone who seemed to be an ally like Habog, Zhao Guang didn't have the slightest trust in him.
Once he opened the site, Zhao Guang understood what was going on. "Those guys, they've really got some nerve."
