"How do we fix this?" Ke Liangjie and Li Zoyi asked in unison.
Hearing Fang Zhen mention a solution, both Li Zoyi and Ke Liangjie immediately turned their full attention to him.
Fang Zhen didn't answer right away. Instead, he looked at Ke Liangjie and asked, "First things first. What's your escape plan? Where are you going to lay low?"
Ke Liangjie's first instinct was to refuse, but for some reason, he had a nagging feeling that not answering would anger Fang Zhen—and he was afraid of Fang Zhen's anger.
"Probably Africa. Places like South Africa, Nigeria, or Angola," Ke Liangjie said. "You can still make decent money in those places. Plus, I've got some buddies over there who are doing alright. I could probably crash with them for a while, wait for the heat to die down here, and then figure things out."
Hearing this, Fang Zhen's interest was piqued.
As far as he knew, those African countries were all pretty chaotic. A lot of weapons circulated on the open market.
