More of Wang Weimin's henchmen swept in.
Song Luli instinctively raised her hands in the air. She was breathing hard through her nose.
Xun Zichen stepped in front of Su Xiang.
Most of the men were wearing masks over their faces. They pointed their guns at the four of them, maintaining their positions without firing off anything.
A man walked steadily, slipping through the men towards them. His lips curved with triumph. He held a cruel and intimidating demeanour as his cold eyes gazed at them.
He wore a long black trench coat over his dark clothing. He had his hands in his pockets.
The man had black hair and pale-green eyes; a tattoo of a Phoenix inked on his neck, from collarbone to chin on one side of his body.
Xun.
