"Cough, cough, cough."
In the villa's living room, some people gathered; they seemed to be discussing something.
Among them was an old man with white hair, coughing from time to time.
This man was Wu Zicheng.
At this moment, Wu Zicheng looked like a completely different person compared to when he met Wang Hao.
He seemed to have aged by more than twenty years in an instant.
He no longer had the vigor he once possessed.
Beside him, a beautiful woman was taking care of him.
This was his newly taken-in female student, named Zhou Tingyu, an art student specializing in painting.
She had always admired Wu Zicheng greatly and recently joined his small team.
She volunteered to stay by his side, even wanting to engage in a May-December romance with him.
"Zhou Feng and his group are getting more vicious, and they even have their eyes on Lin Yuennan; we need to be careful!"
A middle-aged man said solemnly.
Their group was led by Wu Zicheng.
