Li Fuguang had been sealed away.
To the people here, he was the greatest threat.
Now that threat was gone, and I was even less capable of causing any trouble.
Soon, someone helped me up. I turned to look and saw that it was Guan Yue.
He gave me a moment to recover before saying, "Sir is waiting for you inside. Apart from me, no one else can enter without permission. Do you need me to help you in?"
I shook my head and pulled away from him.
Holding the box with Li Fuguang sealed inside, he went in with me.
In the spacious living room, an old man sat upright and proper on a sofa.
Uncle Song had shown me a photograph of Wu Huaqing not long ago, so I recognized him at once.
He had a commanding presence, but he seemed very understated.
He lived in this mansion, yet his clothes were extremely plain: just an ordinary white training outfit.
When he saw me enter, he smiled and nodded at me.
Guan Yue held the box in both hands and respectfully presented it to him.
Wu Huaqing took it and glanced at it, then carried it in both hands to an altar table and gently set it down.
Then he came back and told Guan Yue to leave for now. Unless he ordered otherwise, all reports were to wait until he had finished this conversation.
"Yes, sir."
After Guan Yue left, only Wu Huaqing and I remained in the room.
The rumored leader of the organization barely put on any airs. He even offered to shake my hand.
"Hello."
"Hello..."
I raised my hand and shook his.
"Please, sit."
He said gently, "I don't think you need to be too nervous for now. Although you already know who