Chapter 681: Battle of Tea Mountain

Wang Hao drove up the winding Panshan Road, stopping halfway up the mountainside.

Drizzle began to float down from the sky, covering everything in a layer of misty grey, rendering the entire mountain range a vision of hazy beauty, simply breathtaking.

Not far off on a hillside lay a sprawling tea plantation. With the Qingming festival approaching, the plantation was a vibrant green. A breeze rustled through the leaves, making them shimmer like the rippling waves of a green ocean.

As he took in the beautiful scene before him, Wang Hao rubbed his nose and said, "Such a fine moment and beautiful scene to be spoiling with a murder; it truly is a pity!"

The roar of an engine rose up, followed by a noisy commotion from below the mountain.

Martial Dao Great Grandmaster Zhou Tong, flanked by over a dozen black-clad bodyguards, quickly surrounded him.

Seeing Wang Hao standing with his hands behind his back, overlooking the scenic mountains, Zhou Tong couldn't help but feel startled.