Po Zhenzi had it rough.
All four disciples were seriously wounded and unconscious, and he himself had nearly been beaten to ruin.
Clutching the case, he collapsed to the ground and pulled out his phone. "De... Dean..."
Song Sheng Chaoying immediately launched into a furious scolding from the other end. "What happened to you? How did you vanish the moment you got to the USA? No one could reach you! I'm telling you, my grandson needs you all to unite and help him deal with—"
"The case... I got it back..."
"The case? What case?"
"The twenty billion... Ming Disha's... that case..."
The other end fell silent for several seconds. "How did you do it?"
Po Zhenzi shifted positions. It hurt too much. His entire body hurt.
He looked up at the waning moon in the sky. "Anyway... the twenty billion... I got it... back for you..."
"Oh, oh, oh! Good, good, good. Fine, fine, fine. Then... you don't need to worry about things over there anymore. How are you?"
Po Zhenzi said wearily, "I'm fine. I won't die."
"I'm sorry. I didn't expect you to be so efficient. I thought... As long as you're all right. Don't worry about anyone or deal with anyone now. From this moment on, no one has authority over you. What happens over there has nothing to do with you anymore. Bring the receipts back immediately. Don't linger."
Po Zhenzi nodded tiredly. "Our Council's expenses, and... and..."
"Oh, for heaven's sake, reimbursements, reimbursements! You're still thinking about that at a time like this? Hurry back and watch your safety."
Po Zhenzi hung up and let out a long breath.
Then someone walked over and looked down at him beneath the moonlight.
Po Zhenzi's heart trembled. "You are...?"
The other man punched him in the