"Of course!" The scar-faced man agreed hastily.
It really was like searching high and low, only to find it with no effort at all!
Wen Zao, the Crown Prince of Hawk Power, someone the boss hated so much that he gnashed his teeth.
He had heard countless times about how capable this kid was—his gun technique was precise, his methods ruthless, even surpassing Wen Qiyang.
But looking at him now, he was nothing more than an immature child, even speaking with a babyish tone.
Could it be that the Wen Family had intentionally exaggerated his abilities to bolster his reputation?
While the scar-faced man was lost in thought, Wen Zao had already hopped into the car, waving his arms and legs with excitement. Seeing a few boxes of cookies and chocolates left in a shopping bag on the floor, he crouched down, grabbed one, and stuffed it into his mouth.
He smacked his lips incessantly. "Delicious, so tasty!"
