Ling Chuxi looked at these people. Although they were fierce, they were only wearing cheap, coarse clothing. Obviously, they didn't have a lot of money.
"Listen up, we are from the Chaotic Blade Gang of Qianzhong Ridge. If you have anything valuable, hand it over and get out of here," said the leader of the group fiercely. He was a skinny young man and was quite handsome, but he had a pair of cross-eyed eyes. When he was fierce, his eyes started to focus in the middle. By then, he looked more hilarious than fierce.
"Chaotic Blade Gang? I don't think I'm familiar with you. Why should I hand things over to you?" Ling Chuxi was in a good mood. The more she looked at his cross-eyed eyes, the more she wanted to laugh and tease him.
"Why?!" He looked at Ling Chuxi in surprise with widened eyes. But such a look only made his cross-eye worse.
