This cold voice... Fang Tiandong had never heard it before. He looked down at the moonlight streaming in from the window and saw a chillingly cold curved blade resting on his shoulder.
In an instant, Fang Tiandong's sleepiness vanished without a trace. His eyeballs bulged, and he was exceptionally shocked.
Was this a burglary in his home?
God damn it, had the Fang Family fallen on such hard times that they could still be burglarized?
Why not rob the Liu Family? They had just become the nouveau riche of the Imperial Capital and were wealthier than the Fang Family.
The instinct to survive made Fang Tiandong shake his head immediately. He swallowed and said cautiously, "Do you, do you want money? I have money, don't hurt me."
Mocking laughter suddenly came from under the Spiritual Tree, and a group of robust men with dark bronze skin appeared before him.
Shit, it really was a gang.
