However, just as they all reached the inside of a large hall and were preparing to leave through a side door,
the hall's door was violently flung open from the outside.
Then, dozens of black-clad figures swiftly rushed in, each of them armed with guns, coldly aiming at An Xiaodie and the rest.
In an instant, both An Xiaodie and her old man felt afraid, casting terrified glances around, not daring to move. The old man anxiously inquired of An Xiaodie, "What's going on?"
Since the old man hadn't equipped his own men with guns, at that moment, none of them dared to stir.
An Xiaodie had no idea what was happening; she only felt fear.
This was the first time she had felt fear since getting out of prison.
It was then, after those dozens of black-clad figures had entered, that suddenly a tall and handsome silhouette also walked into the hall with a grim expression, bringing with him a cold aura.
His icy gaze quickly swept over everyone, immediately chilling them to the bone.
