"Come with me."
Seeing Su Xuan ask what he wanted to talk about, the old man thought he had given in and led him to an underground collection room.
Upon entering, Su Xuan narrowed his eyes. It wasn't that the old man's collection room was extravagantly decorated, but that his attention was caught by two items: two sets of silver armor.
Sometime ago at the Xithe Funeral Home, he was ambushed by fierce ghosts wearing silver armor identical to these two sets!
"I know who you are now!" Su Xuan's gaze suddenly fell upon the old man in the wheelchair. "You were the one developing the Chongming Park project initially, weren't you?"
