At this moment, Hao Jian silently checked the time on his phone. He calculated that from the time he called Spice Ginger till now, only half an hour had passed. In that short span, he hadn't even managed to make a round-trip from his home to Prophet's place, yet Spice Ginger had already sorted everything out.
For this, Hao Jian couldn't help but silently admire Spice Ginger's efficiency in getting things done.
Prophet's house is quite remote, virtually impossible for ordinary people to find, so the road leading out was narrow and rough. After finally making it past that road, Hao Jian, feeling frustrated about Moon's matter, floored the accelerator and sped down the road. Before long, he was at his own doorstep.
He drove straight into the garage, and once he parked, Hao Jian headed directly to the living room. To avoid drawing attention, Spice Ginger had already brought the ten selected people into the living room waiting for Hao Jian.
