"Greetings, Poison Saint!"
On the fighter jet named Biqiong, besides Poison Saint and Su Ping, there was no one else.
When the man named Li Bu arrived, he directly announced the end of this attack, which indeed proved Su Ping's speculation.
After that, Qin Xiaoxue and Sang Sheng returned to the Cloud Soarer, leaving only Su Ping to board this private aircraft of the Poison Saint.
Looking at the Poison Saint before him, Su Ping respectfully spoke, but he couldn't hide the suspicion in his eyes.
This person before him, who looks even younger than Qin Xiaoxue and dresses so flamboyantly, is the legendary Poison Saint?
"Boy, what's with that look? But, haha, as expected of Zhongguang's grandson, now that I see you up close, you truly reflect his demeanor from back in the day!"
The girl happily nodded, evidently very satisfied with Su Ping's appearance at this moment.
What demeanor?
Su Ping didn't know, but from her words, it seemed she also knew his grandfather:
