The hundreds of brothers in the stockade shivered in unison as if they had been possessed. All of them looked in the direction of the voice.
In the night, a man in black with black hair flew over.
He was muscular, tall, and burly, emitting an incomparably powerful and terrifying aura.
He did not hide his appearance. His mature handsome face had distinct edges and corners with traces of age. His facial features were deep and his eyes were cold.
Wherever his gaze went, it was filled with endless killing intent.
Jiang Guanchao landed steadily on the flat ground in the village. In front of him were more than ten empty boxes with their lids opened. All the brothers in the village were around.
Wei Xiaobao heard Jiang Guanchao's voice and waved her small arms excitedly. "Wu wu wu wu ~"
