"I'll take you back," Situ Ming said, trying to flag down a car.
"No need, I'll call a driver to pick me up."
Situ Ming remained calm. "Did your master find it, or did that foreigner do it?"
"Huh?! What foreigner?" Zhao Xiaoyue reacted for two seconds. "Oh, you mean the comic convention, not the driver he hired. That guy is actually a friend of mine."
Zhang Xiaomeng arrived in ten minutes. He took Zhao Zhe back to her small apartment and then messaged Zhangduo. He learned that she was having dinner with friends, so he drove his car nearby and waited patiently.
Seeing that Situ Ming was a large man in his mid-twenties, he felt relieved.
Another private room in the Huaiyang cuisine restaurant
"Fourth Young Master, let's go back. Third Madam must be worried."
A middle-aged man was anxiously trying to persuade someone who was drinking heavily to stop.
He was wearing a loose leather jacket, sitting in a wheelchair, with a leather glove on one hand, but the glove was empty.
"Those two scoundrels left?"
"Let's go, Fourth Young Master. Master Kun said you shouldn't go against Ninth Young Master."
"Shut up! Get out!"
This person was none other than Situ Cheng!
"Let me tell you, Zidane, you're just a dog my dad raised, a complete and utter dog! You'd better not bark in front of me, or I'll skin you alive!"
Situ Cheng gulped down a mouthful of strong liquor, his eyes bloodshot, like a starving beast, his voice filled with endless hatred and killing intent.
"Situ Ming, I will kill him, and that wretched girl, I will cut off pieces of her flesh and feed them to the dogs!"
Zidane's eyes turned cold, and he quickly nodded, "Yes, Fourth Young Master!"
"Did you give Wen Zhengtian his medicine?"
Zidane said, "They couldn't get it in before, but they did this time."
"Heh, heh ...
A cup shattered with a crack!
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