C611 Enemy Attack!

Unconsciously, it's almost September.

There were only less than ten days left until the Zhu Province Economic Summit.

Ye Kong's plan was just right at that time, but on the other side, someone was anxious.

In a certain building, there was a withered old man wearing a kimono.

"Baka!"

The old man sat cross-legged on a futon and looked at the information in front of him