Li Huowang continued walking. As he moved farther away, Yi Donglai's voice grew fainter. It wasn't until he had passed through the second gate, completely out of earshot, that Li Huowang finally breathed a sigh of relief. I'm safe.
After quickly changing into civilian clothes, Li Huowang exited through the main gate. A black car was waiting nearby. He cast one last look at the gray-and-white White Tower Prison behind him before walking toward the vehicle.
As soon as he opened the car door, he saw Ba Nanxu sitting with her legs crossed, her head down as she scrolled through her phone. Her younger brother, Ba Shengqing, was driving.
"Get in."
At this point, Li Huowang had no reason to hesitate. He simply bent down and got into the car.
The first thing he did was reach up and tear the disguise off his face. It seemed to have been glued on, and it made his skin sting painfully.
"Does Zhao Shuangdian have wider connections than Qing Wanglai? They got me out so easily."
