At the foot of Fragrant Hill, the same time as Reggie surrendered.

Clouds were rolling in the gray skies above. Sometimes, the clouds would make some space and a beam of moonlight would shoot down the earth, sacred and unblemished.

About a hundred meters away from the road, several Toyota Land Cruisers had stopped. The door was kicked open, and a bag was thrown on the ground.

At the same time, someone from inside the car rolled out a carpet on the ground. One of them even carefully moved out a chair made out of rosewood.

After a while, a Toyota Alphard slowly made its way over. When it stopped, the back of the car was directly facing the chair.

The back door opened, and a slender figure clad in a striped gray suit got out of the car. He then leaned on the chair. Someone gave him a cigar and lit it up for him.

As the light flashed, everyone could see clearly who he was. It was Hector, one of the Four Young Masters of Wolsing.

After a few huffs and puffs, Hector slowly waved his h