Savior

Wu Zhen was dressed in the clothes of the Southwestern tribe. His hair was tied up, and he looked much gloomier.

He looked at Yu Su coldly. "How dare you come to my territory? Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to return home?"

Wu Zhen was well-informed.

There were eyes and ears in the entire southwest region.

Previously, he had gotten someone to keep an eye on Yu Su and the others. He did not expect to receive the news at noon. The three of them were on a plane heading towards the southwest.

He came over personally to take a look. It was indeed this damned Yu Su.

What happened in the capital was a lifetime of humiliation. He was unwilling to recall it.

"Don't forget who saved you in prison," Yu Su reminded coldly.

Wu Zhen sneered, "So what? You saved me because you don't want to offend my master. You don't have any good intentions towards me."