At the same time, on another street not far from the Enlightened Six Witches' shop.
This is a back alley, usually used for storing various goods.
Compared to the bustling shops on the front street, not only is the foot traffic rare here, but the environment isn't very good either.
At the very least, every time the Witch Prime Minister sees this terrible environment, he can't help but frown and try to dispel the foul air with a look of disgust.
"Zhao Gongming, can't you find another place next time?"
Step by step, walking toward a warehouse deep inside, the Witch Prime Minister looked at Zhao Gongming inside and complained.
"You're a big boss now, and every time I come to find you, it feels like a secret meeting."
Faced with the complaints of the familiar customer, Zhao Gongming didn't even lift his head.
Instead, the black tiger crouching at his feet merely lifted its eyelids, lazily swished its tail, without any extra movements.
