Deep within West Mountain, by the side of the Running Water Creek, this secluded courtyard was extremely hidden. Within hundreds of miles, there were hardly any human traces, let alone the private residence of a wealthy family.
With many methods at his disposal, Gong Jian Nan had absolute confidence that the Demon Control Department would never find this place.
However, when he saw the figure under the moonlit night approaching step by step, his face couldn't help but darken.
"Who are you?"
Gong Jian Nan asked in a deep, stern voice but remained calm.
This place was the base of the Demon Suppression Bureau, and he had unbeatable methods, fearing no expert.
"Was it you who injured Wang Xuanzhi?" Zhou Dao said indifferently.
"Oh? So it's for that little bastard? It seems you're an expert from the Demon Control Department." Gong Jian Nan's eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a mocking smile.