On the windowsill, a young man sat cross-legged, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
The wind outside ruffled his hair against the reek of tobacco around him, creating a unique allure that thousands of women couldn't resist.
"Li Huai?!"
Indeed, it was Li Huai. Who else could remain this poised under the threat of so many guns pointed at him?
However, the ones who called out Li Huai's name first were not Liu Xiangli or Liu Jiang but Xu Bowen and Qi Miaohan!
Having suffered under Li Huai's hands multiple times, Xu Bowen felt inexplicably terrified when he saw Li Huai again.
On the other hand, Qi Miaohan was filled with resentment. It was a pity she didn't have a gun; otherwise, she wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger, even though she knew it might be futile.
"Boy, who are you?!" Allen's fluency in the Huaxia language isn't limited to comprehension; he could also speak it very well.
