A glint flashed in Xiao Qiang's eyes. The idea that Miao Yueshan knew about his whereabouts was far from reassuring.
At that moment, a newly employed servant approached and said, "Mr. Xiao, the security guard from the community called to say a woman named Liu Xiaoyi is looking for you."
Xiao Qiang knitted his brows, wondering if her sister's injury had flared up again. The poor girl had a tough run. He stood up slowly and told Old Eight, "Wait for me here, brother. I will return shortly."
Old Eight ruffled his hair, feeling puzzled. As a ninth-grade martial artist, he was considered quite powerful, matching only those born with superior powers. But since Xiao Qiang arrived, it seemed like his ninth-grade ranking was only good enough for carrying loads around, making him no more than a manual laborer.
As soon as Xiao Qiang left, Miao Ke'er squeezed in, cautiously asking Old Eight, "Uncle, can you find out who this Liu Xiaoyi is?"
