"I'm glad you still remembered my contact information."
Above the night sky of Frost Iron Mountain, helicopters circled, their rotors stirring up rain, burning lights tearing through the darkness.
Cui Zhongcheng, holding an umbrella, stood at the foot of the mountain.
"Long time no see, Mr. Xiao Cui."
Gu Shen smiled and spoke.
He didn't use an umbrella; a Chi Huo lantern hung above his shoulder, and the rain naturally retreated.
Mu Wanqiu was the same.
She carefully scrutinized the man in the suit before her, very curious since she could only remember a few names from the East Continent.
Cui Zhongcheng's name was precisely one of those.
This Huazhi Group's undisputed second-in-command emerged from humble beginnings with a legendary story. Twenty years ago, no one would have thought that Cui Zhongcheng from Qing River, rising from obscurity, could climb up the ranks and ultimately become the unwavering controller of a group despite two generations of Huazhi's turmoil.
