"Brother, with you around, what am I afraid of?" Beiting Huang laughed heartily and took the lead to walk towards the gate of the City Lord's Residence.
She did not seem to take Scarwood seriously at all, causing Scarwood to raise his fist fiercely and grit his teeth in hatred. "Brat, you're right about one thing. Those peerless geniuses have always fallen early!"
"Are you Mr. Scarwood? The leader of Xing Tian Mercenary Group Mercenary Group?"
Startled, Scarwood turned back. Behind him stood a servant girl. She must have been dressed for the Lord's Residence. He relaxed. The two men exchanged glances and Scarwood followed the servant girl toward a remote corner.
Under the tall camphor tree stood a slightly older old woman. The moonlight was like water, completely covered by the crown of the tree. Under the shadow, it gave people a feeling of safety.
