New York, far away on the other side of the ocean, had apparently not yet felt the effects of the spreading news. Or perhaps the news was already spreading, judging by the police sirens that wailed past in the distance from time to time.
A helicopter roared overhead. Zhang Xiao looked up, his keen eyes making out the logo on its side even from several hundred meters away.
It belonged to a famous company. Several more helicopters were visible in the distance, and surprisingly, they were heading in the same direction.
Interesting. I never thought these people would be the first to act.
Zhang Xiao lowered his gaze and continued deeper into Chinatown. It was as bustling as ever, with people coming and going. Many backpackers looked up at the dazzling array of signs, soaking in its distinctive atmosphere.
He pushed open a nearby door, greeted once again by the pleasant chime of a bell. Wu Jiayou looked up, immediately rose to his feet, and hurried over to bow deeply.
"You're here again."
Zhang Xiao felt a little helpless. His gaze swept over a corner of the room. At least that statue had finally been removed.
The client seated at the table for a consultation watched Wu Jiayou and Zhang Xiao curiously. Wu Jiayou was now a renowned master in Chinatown.
Though he was always modest and courteous, the client had never seen him behave with anything approaching this level of reverence.
Zhang Xiao nodded slightly and said in a low voice, "There's no time for pleasantries. This is very important."
"All right, I understand. I'll ask my client to leave, and we can talk inside-"
Upon hearing that the immortal had something important to discuss, Wu Jiayou's expression immediately turned serious. He was about to ask the client to