Up ahead, the man in black spoke again.
"Take out these two."
The twin shadows at his side began to move towards them.
Danger was closing in.
The two lifted their hands, pointing their pitch-black gun muzzles at the pair.
Lu Yiyu, who usually wore casual expressions, was now cold as ice. He raised his hand, shielding Shi Tingbai behind him.
His mind raced, figuring out how to solve the impending crisis.
The boy behind him saw his subconscious movement, his eyes trembled.
He clenched his fists.
Just as the two were about to shoot, a faint feminine voice came from an unknown direction.
"Oh, this is lively."
With that one statement,
The expressions on the faces of Lu Yiyu and Shi Tingbai changed, the former relaxed, the latter taken aback.
The men in black changed their expressions and lifted their guns, aiming at the surroundings, but it was so black that all they could sense was the rising wind of the night.
Brushing against their ears.
"Where's the person?"
