In the dimly lit room, the faint yellow glow of the lamp barely reached the doorway, casting a pale and feeble light that only faintly outlined the figures entering.
As Ye Zi opened the door, her expression was calm, her gaze cold and detached. She stood quietly in the corner of the courtyard, her demeanor completely transformed as if she had become a different person.
One by one, figures clad in various black, tight-fitting outfits entered through the modest door frame. Their only common attire was the dark, heavy leather military boots they wore.
Seven men appeared before Yang Chen, each with a different expression - curiosity, excitement, amusement. It was clear they were not to be underestimated.
Leading the group was a man with fair skin and a balanced build, his most distinguishing feature being a prominent aquiline nose. His confident, almost overbearing gaze suggested he held everything under control, a look that Yang Chen found displeasing.
