Puppet Master
The speed at which the Trascendent gathered was not slow.
About five minutes later, the last team arrived at the scene.
The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties.
He looked ordinary, and there was nothing special about his facial features and body shape.
He wasn't as handsome as Xu Liushuang, nor was he as burly as Zhao Shouzhuo.
He even had a beer belly that was unique to his age.
Coupled with his kind smile and gentle temperament.
No matter how he looked at it, he looked like an ordinary uncle next door.
"Old Wei, you're finally here. Now, we're just waiting for you."
Xu Liushuang complained.
Wei Peidong put his palms together and said apologetically,"
"I'm really sorry. I just went to the hospital to deliver lunch to my wife and came a little late."
Zhao Shouzhuo was full of praise.
"Old Zhao, you're still the good man of the Gu family as always."
"Trascendent also need to live a stable life."