The afternoon in Wanjing City was not as sweltering as usual. Perhaps due to yesterday's torrential rain, the entire city was filled with a chilling and desolate atmosphere.
The blazing white light was shrouded in dark clouds, and pedestrians hurried along the streets.
The carriage traveled smoothly, and soon stopped. Someone leaned against the window and whispered,
"Young Master Ning, we've arrived." It was Mei San's voice.
"Call me Young Master Chen."
"Yes, Young Master Ning."
The woman in the red dress beside him had crescent-shaped eyebrows and a smile on her lips.
Ning Bufan was rather helpless. He casually fastened his black mask and said softly, "Gather the men."
Several soldiers guarded the entrance to the Ministry of Justice. They were about to question the passing carriag
