An Zhimei's mouth twitched fiercely. Little Mei? Little Sister? Could he ask the young lady to help him change his name? Even the idolized Elder An made fun of him.
Brushing off the frustration, An Zhimei suddenly glanced at the watch on his wrist, his expression turning serious.
"Old Master An, I won't waste time with small talk. Qing and the eldest and second young masters have already flipped the Tutian Family's base upside down and are currently entangled with Tutian Zhengxiong. We need to leave the Tutian Family's territory within twenty minutes."
Old Master An nodded his head, "These past few days, I have deliberately observed the terrain as I moved around. We are currently located on the north side of Snake Island, with perilous terrain, right next to the Pulo Ocean and the cliffs. Moreover, this wooden house is surrounded by people keeping watch. Unless we take the underground tunnel and have a plane for pick-up, our efforts will surely fail."
