"Those people... who are they?" Fang Xiaoxia stared in astonishment at the Man in Suit sliding down the helicopter rope.
Fully armed and carrying a gun, he slid down from the swaying rope and landed beside the Maserati speeding at nearly two hundred kilometers an hour—
As if he had come solely to say a few words to Bai Zhou.
Fang Xiaoxia felt there had to be some unknown connection between them, because Bai Zhou's expression was quite complicated at the moment. They clearly had known each other for a long time.
The girl had always felt that Bai Zhou was shrouded in layers of mist. He must have had quite a background, but she had forcibly restrained her curiosity and never pried too much.
But she had seen everything that had happened along the way.
The Gem Witch had willingly taken up the rear for Bai Zhou, and now so many people had even come in helicopters to help him. It seemed Bai Zhou was a good person.
He seemed to be doing something extraordinary.
Fang Xiaoxia felt honored to be part of it.
Because this extraordinary thing seemed to have something to do with her.
Like a malnourished child laborer hauling coal ash during the Industrial Revolution, who would proudly puff out his chest whenever the glories of Great Britain were mentioned.
"You—"
At the wheel, Bai Zhou was about to say something, but the man before him was forcibly hauled back up by the rope.
Very soon, another Man in Suit with a face full of stubble impatiently descended.
"I knew you couldn't possibly be a bad person—Old Liu liked you so much. How could you be some villain colluding with the Blood Worship Cult?"
Before he even arrived, his voice had already carried down.
Bai Zhou