Zhu Ziqiang, with his blurry drunken eyes, looked at the girl on the sofa. "They're all pitiful, their homes destroyed and families lost, they can only rely on their bodies..."
Thump, thump!
Shao Zifeng tapped on the bar counter. He really wasn't in the mood to listen to a greasy old man discuss his change of heart about the matters of the 'Pioneer Station,' which he had vaguely heard about before.
Many Combat Training Masters like Zhu Ziqiang, after facing shocks abroad, felt a strong dissonance upon returning home. Therefore, many harbored treasonous thoughts, and there were even rumors that some 'Pioneer Stations' had sided with the Holy Origin Society, though there was no evidence yet.
Realizing who was in front of him, Zhu Ziqiang stood up in a flurry. "Duke, I..."
Shao Zifeng glanced at him. "Sit down and talk about Clystert Church. I want to know about the situation of the Holy Origin Society here, and also... Lady Silver Fern."
