"With such a large setup, can you really escape?"
Jiang Feng pondered silently.
After thinking for a moment, he mounted his horse and flanked in from another direction. He couldn't let the White Ape fall back into the hands of the Demon Suppression Bureau.
It wasn't that he didn't trust the White Ape, but there was always a chance something could go wrong.
Rather than relying on the White Ape to keep its promise, it was better to make sure it stayed silent.
"Where are they going?"
"Wasn't the Blood Wolf Race already driven back?"
At Tiger Fang Manor, Wu Weiwei stood on the pavilion, watching the Hunting Falcons flash through the sky, as a large troop approached from the direction of the Dragon Capital.
Their direction was heading south.
"Are those from the Demon Suppression Bureau? Why is Han Dong also with them?"
Wu Weiwei's brow furrowed deeper.
"Director Han!"
When the troop passed by the manor's gate, Wu Weiwei ran up to stop Han Dong, wanting an explanation.
