"Fatty, slow down—did Mr. Wayne..."
"What are you talking about? Forget it, we'll see soon! We're heading out now, meet at Dingwu Gate."
The disheveled Mu Fan put down his Sky Communication device and said, "Time to set off, and you promised you're treating!"
White Hair slapped his chest with a smug look, "Leave it to me."
"Haha, got myself hooked up to a big leg."
Li Xiaoxi tossed the tablet and camera onto a nearby table, then fished out a small satchel and strapped it around her waist.
Moments later, the group was already on the street.
"Why the rush, not even allowing a moment's rest?" White Hair complained, clearly Mu Fan's pace was too fast.
"Harry said he found his big brother," Mu Fan said earnestly.
"Damn, that's fast progress!"
White Hair's retort left a trail of echoes behind Mu Fan.
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