Tonight marks the third time they have ambushed Bamian Mountain.
The demons that came to Hengdian were particularly cunning. The four Taoist priests originally planned to trap them like turtles in a jar at Bamian Mountain. However, each time the demons appeared, they were silent and they couldn't find any trace of them.
Tonight, if it hadn't happened to run into Xue Ye on the mountain, whose keen nose had detected the demon's presence, they probably would have missed them again.
Bai Mao glanced sideways at Bao Liangping: "It's a movie shoot. The Special Security Bureau cut off the prison's supplies, so we have to rely on ourselves."
"......"
Upon hearing this, the Taoist priests looked at each other, all thinking they had misheard.
Seeing the white-haired man's displeased expression and his reluctance to say more, the Taoist priests instantly knew that what he said was true.
Bao Liangping cursed the State Security Bureau inwardly for their dishonesty; this operation was utterly disgraceful. Cutting off prison supplies...were they trying to part ways with Huo Fei?
Among the four, the other Taoist priest's gaze towards Hei Xiong changed slightly after hearing Bai Mao's words, as if he had thought of something bad.
—He Bingjun, who was so busy he barely had time to breathe, said, "I'm wronged... more wronged than Dou E."
There was no such fund for a monster prison in the Security Bureau's accounts. He was a cripple who was brought in halfway through the process; how would he know all this, and no one reminded him?
He won't take the blame for this.
If anyone is to blame, it's the former director, He Bingquan; it's all his fault.
***
Bao Liangping felt utterly ashamed under Bai Mao's indifferent gaze. He picked up the unconscious E Dao and vanished in front of Bai Mao like a flash.
Of the four Taoist priests, three left and one remained.
As soon as Bao Liangping left, the Taoist priest who had been staring intently at Hei Xiong stepped forward and blocked Hei Xiong's path.
"Blackie, I have something to ask you."
Hei Xiong glanced sideways at the Taoist priest blocking his way: "Ask whatever you want. But whether I tell you or not is my business."
That persistent bastard, when did he come to Hengdian? How come he didn't notice him? If they had known he was in Hengdian, they wouldn't have stayed any longer.
"Three million, three questions." The Taoist priest skillfully pulled out his phone, preparing to transfer the money: "What's the bank card number?"
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