After watching the middle-aged man leave, Zhang Xian turned and walked out of the alley.
"How was it?" Han Xiangyu ran over.
Zhang Xian said, "What could possibly go wrong with me here? Let's wait! We still have a few fellows here who need to be sent to Yanjing, let's wait for the police."
Han Xiangyu nodded, looked around, and asked, "Where is the guy just now? I don't see him."
"He's injured, and his whereabouts have been exposed, he shouldn't stay here for long." Zhang Xian laughed, "But before he left, he told me to say hi to you."
Han Xiangyu rolled her eyes, pouted, and said, "Who needs his greetings? Really."
Zhang Xian said, "With that attitude, I can see you have a bad temper. He was scared to just leave like that, so he asked me to say hi."
"Who... who says I have a bad temper?" Han Xiangyu grumbled.
"So, you have a good temper?" Zhang Xian asked.