"You should leave first."
Fang Qingyu's voice was soft, like a whisper.
Only Jiang Wei, who was very close, could hear it.
The molten gold vertical pupils reflected Jiang Wei's figure through the Thunder Mask clearly.
Jiang Wei was slightly taken aback: "You're going to wait for them here alone?"
"Yes."
Fang Qingyu nodded, his voice still calm.
"You need to help me create an alibi at the Cyan Dragon Gang. After all, our task today is to clear the nightclub. If both of us are absent, the target is too big."
Jiang Wei's beautiful eyebrows furrowed.
What Fang Qingyu said made sense.
Once the news of Thunder God slaughtering in the Gray Rock District spreads, it will surely shake the entire City of Injustice.
Lingxiao Association and other major forces will swarm like sharks smelling blood, digging three feet to find clues.
Their outpost built on the support of the Cyan Dragon Gang,
cannot withstand such a storm.
This identity of Fang Qingyu cannot be exposed yet.
