"Is it true, Uncle? Then...what should we do? You need to think of a way, you...you don't want to be caught by the Nali people again and become a fugitive, right?"
Fisher glanced at her expressionlessly, while outside the factory, a series of extremely orderly footsteps approached from not far away.
It was probably the army stationed by the Nali here...
It seems this factory is directly managed by Saint Nali and even the Golden Palace, no wonder why both local Green Dragon Court residents and visiting merchants avoid talking about it.
"Grab me, we're ready to go."
Fisher wanted to avoid conflict with the soldiers, so he said this to Ingrid beside him.
She raised her sunglasses, her expression somewhat stiff,
"Again... again?"
"Otherwise, I will leave first."
"No, no, no, Uncle, I'll do it!"
Ingrid, tearful and desperate, reached out and grabbed Fisher's arm, and in the next moment, Fisher turned around and suddenly twisted her arm back.
"Who?! Who's in there?!"
