From the audience stands,
"Sit down quickly." With swift reflexes, Jiang Yuntao pulled the rising Zhuang Jianbai back into his seat while casting an apologetic glance toward the audience in the back rows.
"What's going on?" he asked softly.
"Teacher, it's that Gale Hunting Dog." Zhuang Jianbai's voice was dry, and his expression constantly shifted.
"Are you sure?" Jiang Yuntao's eyes immediately became solemn.
"I couldn't possibly be mistaken," Zhuang Jianbai said sternly.
He was very familiar with that Gale Hunting Dog, its build, its movements and demeanor, appearing regularly in his dreams every night.
This was definitely that Gale Hunting Dog.
Moreover, Zhang Hao called that person Yuan, and this consultant was named Chen Yuan...
"No wonder." Jiang Yuntao patted his shoulder, pondering, "Losing to the Association Consultant is not a disgrace."
