Li Banfeng had been running for over half an hour and was now more than thirty miles from Greenwater Bay.
The place was open and empty. There were no villages, no homes, not even a passerby to be seen—just a stretch of wild grass and a solitary lake.
Li Banfeng thought the location suitable. He was preparing to release the person he had saved on the road and was just reaching for his key when a middle-aged man, swift as the wind, suddenly appeared before him.
"Big Beard, where are you from?" the middle-aged man asked. He was dressed in a gray striped short jacket, a black-stemmed cigarette clenched between his teeth.
Big Beard...
Although Li Banfeng had a full beard glued to his face, he still felt a bit uncomfortable being addressed this way.
"Are you looking for me?" Li Banfeng asked, smiling faintly as he eyed the middle-aged man.
The man, holding his cigarette, said, "Our master wishes to meet you."
"Do I know your master?"
