Joint Declaration of Eight Nations

On the way, Chen Yiming used his spiritual power to scan an area of three kilometers around him. Compared to the previous time, where he had pretended to check the entire city, this time, he was serious and relied on his memory to spot any abnormalities.

Zhang Yan was still wearing her shiny silver dress and 10cm-high heels. Along the way, she talked about what she had seen at Lin Hui's house.

From the corners of his eyes, Chen Yiming saw that Zhang Yan was rubbing her ankles from time to time.

"Why don't you go back first? In any case, there are soldiers patrolling the road everywhere. The members of the evil organization are either captured or hiding in some corner, trembling."

Zhang Yan curled her lips and smiled. "I'm a reporter. This is nothing. It's just that these high heels make me feel a little uncomfortable when I walk."