"Uncle Mei, don't worry, I'll definitely come back tonight."
Seeing Qinghe's determination, Mei Jianning still felt uneasy and tried to persuade her, hoping she would change her mind, "Girl, those people are the type to kill without batting an eye. You're just a little girl going with a bunch of grown men; it's like a lamb walking into a tiger's den."
Baldy and his men nearly fell to the ground, screaming in their hearts, who the hell can't see, who kills without batting an eye? This one isn't a girl; she's clearly a harbinger of doom, even darker than them in the underworld. If it was a case of a lamb entering a tiger's den, then they were the pitiful, tragic lambs.
Qinghe glanced at their faces that were already hard on the eyes and now even more distorted—were they craving to use the bathroom? The men tensed up; the harbinger's gaze was lethally intimidating, so they quickly tried to look normal.
