Chu Zhiyuan smiled and clasped his hands: "Brother Huang, I'll take my leave."
"I will go find the Director." Huang Zhengyang said solemnly: "I'll strive my best, let's see if it can be done."
Chu Zhiyuan clasped his hands again.
Huang Zhengyang escorted him to the entrance of the Evil Extermination Department.
Just as Chu Zhiyuan was about to leave, he saw two middle-aged men in mysterious cloaks speeding from afar, like two black cranes gracefully arriving nearby.
"Director Huang." The two stopped abruptly, clasped their hands in salute, their faces pale.
Chu Zhiyuan frowned.
He could tell that the two were already injured, surrounded by a faint scent of blood.
Huang Zhengyang frowned: "Old Zheng, Old Sun, what's going on with you two...?"
