Bai Qingshui, who left the hotel in a disheveled state, swiftly got into his luxury car and ordered the driver to drive immediately, rushing back to his villa at the fastest speed.
He packed a few valuable items, ready to go into hiding for a while. Once this storm passed, he would return. If he really couldn't stay in Xinghai City, that would be fine too. Bai Qingshui could just go to another city. With his capabilities, rising again in Dongshan was just a matter of time. Not every place would have someone like Yang Fan, an abnormal freak.
His luggage was packed, just a simple suitcase. Bai Qingshui was just descending from the second floor when a voice almost scared him into stumbling.
"Master, where are you off to?"
In the living room, Yang Fan sat leisurely on the sofa, biting into an apple he had picked up from the table, munching loudly.
