"Big brother, Bai Xue Company has arrived." The middle-aged driver stopped the car at the roadside.
"Hehe," Zhang Xiaohao gave a mysterious smile and pulled open the car door to get out.
The middle-aged driver did not dare to delay, quickly closed the car door, and drove away.
"Really think the ten thousand yuan I gave you was that easy to take? That's for your medical expenses," Zhang Xiaohao mused as he watched the departing taxi.
Turning around, he walked towards the Bai Xue Company.
"Hmm? What's going on? Where are the security guards at the entrance?" Zhang Xiaohao frowned and wondered.
At the entrance of Bai Xue Company.
The security guards who usually patrolled were nowhere to be seen; they had all been replaced by disciples of the Guan Martial Arts Hall wearing practice uniforms.
