He took Wang Han and Chi Yinan to the factory.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw the fat man who looked like Prime Minister Turtle was injured, with gauze wrapped around his shoulders, bleeding.

"Miss Chi, you're frightened." The fat man smiled.

Chi Yinan shook his head, "I'm fine."

The fat man just glanced at Wang Han, chose to ignore it, and then looked at Chi Yinan, "Miss Chi, where is Li Wenyuan?"

"Brother, he asked us to leave first, and he was behind the palace." Chi Yinan told the truth.

The fat man glanced at the time and said, "In theory, it's almost here. Li Wenyuan shouldn't have such ink traces. Where is the stuff?"

“Here.”

Chi Yinan took the things out of the plastic bag.

The fat man took it and saw it, "I got the thing, this shot was not in vain. Why are you two? Are the others all broken? It's not surprising that the fighting power of these grandsons from the Ancient Eight Sect is really not enough. I

All lost more than a dozen brothers!"
Chapter completed!