The sarcasm on Wen Suihan's face deepened.
He still smiled, "It's not quite like that. Wen Xu is still young, after all, and there's a lot he hasn't thought of. If it weren't for you sitting tight here, he'd naturally struggle to cope alone."
Bai Jicheng waved his hand modestly, his face full of aggrievement.
Meanwhile, in the old alleys of the demolition area in Ye City, as Jiang Yi shouted, a cold glint flashed across Wen Xu's arm and a string of blood beads promptly fell.
Wen Xu's arm was sliced open by a thin man, blood streaming from the wound.
"Fuck!"
Wen Xu cursed, turning his head toward the thin man. Ignoring his own bleeding, he swung a metal rod trying to smash it onto the thin man.
The thin man dodged left and right, retreating continuously.
Jiang Yi's heart was entirely focused on Wen Xu, her arms trembling slightly with tension.
