Zhang Yang looked at Uncle Long, the elder's eyes gleaming, clearly not just a simple case of "seeing injustice on the road."
But right now, obtaining the Qingyi Sect's base information is crucial for rescuing Xiao Man and countering the Qingyi Sect.
"Deal." Zhang Yang did not hesitate.
Leaving the courtyard, Zhang Yang got into the car and handed the wooden box to Jin Tuantuan.
Jin Tuantuan opened it, and sure enough, there was a yellowed map inside, with a small town in the northern mountains marked in cinnabar.
"Qingyi Sect's base?" Jin Tuantuan frowned.
"This place looks remote, easy to defend but hard to attack."
"Uncle Long said Qingyi Sect is looking for Fuqiang Village, it seems they have also obtained clues."
Zhang Yang started the car, "Let's go back to the residence and make a long-term plan."
Back at a safe house in the city, which Jin Tuantuan had arranged for a long time.
After sitting down, Zhang Yang recounted Uncle Long's words and the map.
