"Old Qiao, are the buses ready yet?"
In the lobby of a hotel.
Tang Baichuan walked out.
The students from Xingwu University and Martial Alliance University...
...were all gathered here.
Today, they were all preparing to leave Jingzhao City and return to their respective universities.
Director Qiao nodded and glanced at his watch.
"I've already contacted them, but the driver isn't here yet!"
"I'll give them another call to hurry them up!"
After speaking, Old Qiao took out his phone and dialed a number.
It rang over ten times, and just as he was about to give up...
...the call connected.
Old Qiao quickly said, "Hello? Is this Master Cui? Yes, this is Xingwu University. Where are you with the bus?"
"Almost there, almost there! I'll be there in a minute, just wait a little longer!"
The driver said his piece and then hastily hung up.
Director Qiao was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at Tang Baichuan.
"He's close. He's on his way!"
