"Is there really a glimmer of hope?"
Heseman Brown was delighted, and he quickly looked in the direction where Deputy Mayor Huang Xiulun had departed, but the latter was no longer even a silhouette.
What Chen Fei had just said was not like this, intentionally provoking Huang Xiulun to leave; does he have some special purpose?
"There aren't so many coincidences in this world. If there are, then it must be a calculation!"
Chen Fei repeated the words once spoken by Miyoshi Monk.
This bald thief was dead set on making himself his successor, relentlessly instilling calculations into him in the form of storytelling. Did he really think Chen Fei hadn't noticed?
After all, Chen Fei went to college; his intelligence is evident, so the intent of the bald thief is apparent to everyone.
"What calculations are there?"
