For a while, thick and heavy silence reigned in the living room.
The three mercenaries glanced at each other in alarm before their gazes simultaneously landed on Mu Yuze who looked quite miserable with his mussed up hair, bloodshot furious eyes, bruised skin and blood that trickled down from his nose, smearing onto half of his face messily.
Who was this boy? The first thing XIU did was not to ask for who they were or who had sent them, but to threaten them over the boy's safety? Well, it did not actually matter what kind of identity the boy held. The most important thing was that they had finally discovered XIU's weak spot, and they were going to use it to achieve their goal.
The three men merely paused for a second following that threat, yet it was already more than enough for He Juan to fill in his blanks.
