Shanghai.
Zhao Da booked a hotel for Zhou Yu, letting him settle down first.
Zhou Yu rested for the night.
By noon the next day.
Han Mingjie was sent to the hotel by people dispatched by Wei Wuya.
Having been detained for two whole months, Han Mingjie had never suffered such hardship since birth.
At this moment, his hair was disheveled, his beard scraggly, looking thin and sallow, his gaze dull — it was obvious he had suffered quite a lot in these two months.
However, upon seeing Zhou Yu, Han Mingjie's eyes suddenly burned with rage, sparking with a sharp gleam.
"Zhou Yu!!!"
"You damn..."
Before Han Mingjie could finish his sentence, the person beside him slapped him unceremoniously across the face.
"Ah—"
Han Mingjie let out a scream, the rest of his words were forcibly swallowed back.
At this moment, the person who had acted stepped respectfully in front of Zhou Yu.
"Mr. Zhou, under Minister Wei's orders, I hand this person over to you."
Zhou Yu smiled faintly.
