At the top floor of the restaurant.
Shi Xiaole immediately spotted the two young men by the window.
Both of them lounged casually with an unremittingly arrogant and indifferent look in their eyes. Upon seeing Shi Xiaole entering, they both showed intriguing expressions.
"Ha-ha, leader Cao, so you've kept your word and brought our friend here after all." The young man on the left laughed loudly.
He did not believe that Cao Ruoyu would betray him.
One was a disciple of an official martial sect, the other was only the Young Master of a third-rate power in the wilderness. Despite his gifted talents, who could say anything for certain about the future?
Anyone with a normal mind would choose to cooperate with their own side.
"Shi Xiaole, the peerless blade and sword, heh heh, come in, we invite you for a drink."
Yang De beckoned Shi Xiaole with his hand, as if directing a dog, a toy.
At his right, Meng Zhao observed everything with a smile yet said nothing.
