Ming Zhitian glanced at him, directly opened the car door, and got in: "Chase? Chase what? I don't like her."
Wang Guo was anxious: "Don't, look at her, believe me, in less than two minutes, she'll take her own life!"
Ming Zhitian smiled and shook his head: "If she can't figure it out, it will only be for a while, and she will forget it."
Because he knew that Fan Miaomiao had many hidden guards by her side, no matter what, Fan Miaomiao would not be in immediate danger.
Wang Guo still wanted to say something: "No... you..."
Ming Zhitian ignored him: "Let's go."
"Alas..." Wang Guo sighed helplessly. He didn't expect Ming Zhitian to be not as righteous and chivalrous as he had imagined, but he still admired Ming Zhitian because he was the War God.
The white carriage sped off towards the largest Hongyang Airport in Miaohai City.
Through Wang Guo's connections, tickets to Swan Country were booked. Wang Guo curiously asked, "Brother Zhitian, why are you going to Swan Country?"
Ming Zhitian shook his head: "To find the way home."
Wang Guo became even more curious: "Home? Are you a foreigner?"
Ming Zhitian disdained: "You wouldn't understand even if I told you. Anyway, I'm not from this world."
Wang Guo nodded as if he understood and not: "Do you need my help?"
Ming Zhitian waved his hand: "No, I can do it myself."
Soon they arrived at the airport. Wang Guo asked again: "Really don't need it? I can send people to assist you."
Ming Zhitian shook his head: "Alright, you go back."
"Okay..." Wang Guo agreed, then turned to instruct: "Call home when you have time."
"Mmm," Ming Zhitian nodded.
After passing security, the flight arrived. Ming Zhitian boarded the plane and sat in first class according to his ticket.
The service inside was naturally first-class, like a seven-star hotel, with fine wines, delicacies, and extremely sweet flight attendants. The service was impeccable, and with no worries, he felt very relaxed.
After a day and a night, they arrived in Swan Country.
After disembarking, Ming Zhitian had slept soundly, without any fatigue.
He wanted to return. Tianqiu... there were people he missed, and things to do.
Recalling the information from Gui Ling Yu Zhenren, the first step was to find someone called Pope Buoluo.
Information channels were usually found in bars. In the evening, Ming Zhitian entered the Phoebe Slow Dance Bar.
The metal music was very much to his liking, nice...
"Dudududu! Dudududu! ... Oh yeah! ..."
Ming Zhitian looked around. The bar was brightly lit and filled with the smell of smoke. He sat at the bar, ordered a glass of whiskey, and got straight to the point.
Ming Zhitian took out a hundred Dolo bill and placed it on the counter: "Weite, I want to ask about someone."
Weite glanced at him, took the Dolo, and said, "Thank you. In this place, there's no celebrity I don't know. Please ask, sir."
Ming Zhitian said directly: "I'm looking for someone named Pope Buoluo."
Weite frowned at first, then calmly said, "Oh... please wait a moment, sir. A friend of mine knows. I'll go and ask."
Ming Zhitian nodded: "Okay."
After a while, the music suddenly stopped, and the bar was quickly cleared. Footsteps could be heard from outside.
Ming Zhitian finished the last drop of whiskey and found himself surrounded by dozens of people.
He smiled slightly, a table flew up, shattered with a palm strike into many pieces, and was then launched rapidly at the surroundings!
Only cries of "Wuwah...! Ugh! ..." were heard, and dozens of thugs fell to the ground, groaning.
A bald man in a black shirt walked in with another dozen people. He looked at the ground and was instantly shocked.