"Master Zhu, why did you still come personally to pick us up?"
The Jiao Long descended at a special location in the Imperial Capital.
This was a place similar to a private club.
It seemed to be called the Dragon Dynasty Club or something like that.
In this kind of area in the very center of the Imperial Capital where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold, yet they had carved out a quiet haven in the midst of the noise to build a manor-like club. Just from this, one could see that the identity and strength of the owner here were anything but ordinary.
And this was also the location that Zhu Hong had told him to land at over the phone.
In front of Su Ping was Zhu Hong, who had personally waited at this private airstrip, and beside him stood a middle‑aged man with a face full of smiles, along with a group of people behind him who looked like attendants.
