Xia Jinyuan nodded and, cradling Ye Jian's shoulders, pointed to one of the columns in the train station's main hall, adorned with a series of small, blurry mirrors, "Ok, I hope we can continue to cooperate happily, we will wait for you here."
Mr. Will, glancing toward the direction of the column, nodded vigorously, cleared his way through the throng of passengers, and approached his informer.
He first looked around,
and asked in a low voice, "Abei, how are you? What has happened?"
Upon hearing Mr. Will's question, Abei immediately broke into tears, "Mr. Will, I'm sorry!"
Seeing Abei suddenly apologize, Mr. Will's sharp gaze quickly swept over the bustling crowd again, and suddenly, he spotted a bald old man in the crowd, running quickly in their direction.
This man was none other than the auctioneer from the auction house a few days ago, one of Cyril's staff, Lao Fox!
He was surrounded by 7 or 8 heavily armed men.
