Watching Huang Lianlian sit in front of Wang Longhu, the Lion King stood up again and began to gallop forward.
Old Hui started the car with some concern and chased after them: "Boss, isn't this a bit too risky? If something happens to Lianlian, no one can rescue her immediately."
"Do you think if that person wanted to harm Lianlian, anyone here could be his match, Old Hui?"
Huang Tianliang sighed: "This person is no ordinary man. I can feel it. He's the kind of person whose mood dictates everything—if he's in a good mood, everyone is okay; if not, everyone has to accompany him in death. It's terrifying. I've only seen this kind of aura once before, in a Shaolin monk who had been in seclusion for thirty years, just to suppress his inner demons."
Old Hui asked seriously, "Boss, are you talking about Zen Master Zhihong who was in seclusion at Shaolin thirty years ago?"
