“Please take me to the Wudao Xiehui,” Chen Fan said, getting into a cab.
The driver, a man in his forties, glanced at Chen Fan in the rearview mirror and smiled. “The Wudao Xiehui, huh? Got some business there, young man?”
Given Chen Fan’s age, the man clearly wasn’t thinking of martial arts examinations.
Chen Fan understood and nodded with a polite smile. “Yes, I’m meeting someone.”
That was all the opening the driver needed. Fan
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