The people who were surrounded by the metal rod-wielding thugs were none other than Zhong Nian and Tong Yao.
"Young Master, someone wants to buy your life at a high price. Do you think we wouldn't answer their call?"
The leader of the group laughed and waved his metal rod.
The metal rod was as thick as an adult's wrist. If it hit one's body, even if it didn't kill, it would break an arm or a leg.
"Who is it?" Tong Yao asked coldly.
"I can't tell you that. Haicheng is our territory. Don't worry, no one will come to save you." The leader of the group laughed.
Tong Yao looked at the people in front of him and estimated the possibility of him escaping with Zhong Nian.
"And you, kid, don't tell me you're going to follow Young Master Tong to your death? Don't get in my way, and I'll spare your life."
The leader raised the metal rod and pointed it at Zhong Nian's nose.
