Although Fangzheng said that, he knew something very well. Flaunt his wealth? His bit of money was nothing! Since he couldn't compete with them, he might as well not join the competition at all. At worst, he would just keep staring at the sky, allowing people to wag their tongues at him. If they pissed him off, he could fight it out with them. So what if you have money? Do you have divine powers?
Seconds turned into minutes as the number of people that arrived grew. After all the strangely-dressed religious figures left, there was another huge bunch of reporters.
"They are all gone now. Can we head in now?" Ong urged the driver.
The driver shook his head and said, "Sir, it's useless asking me. We have to wait for the police to give us directions. We can only go once they say so."
