Wu Qi looked ahead and indeed saw Wu Xiaokun and the others. A flash of surprise shot through his eyes before his expression instantly darkened.
Behind him, a middle-aged man was also staring at Wu Xiaokun and his group with a shocked expression.
However, his focus wasn't on Wu Xiaokun.
It was on the people beside Wu Xiaokun... that fat man, that dog, that familiar figure...
Ao Wushuang felt his blood pressure skyrocket in an instant.
Damn it, how did they run into them again?
He had run all the way from the Northern Border to the Southern Territory.
That damned little village appeared to be persistently haunting him.
Ao Wushuang subconsciously took a step back, feeling that something was not quite right.
"Daring to come to Zhenhaicheng, they're truly seeking death!"
At this moment, Wu Qi spoke up, glaring at Wu Xiaokun and the others, saying,
"Seize them!"
"Wu Xiaokun is sneaky and slippery; do not listen to his sophistries."
"Just directly suppress and kill them!"
