Next to Yang Hao sat two people, one with a sinister face and a skinny body, dressed in a black robe, and his eyes shone with a ghostly light, giving off a terrifying feeling as if he were choosing his next victim.
The other person had a robust body, wearing a black tank top, with bulging muscles giving off a strong vibe and a somber face, rarely smiling or speaking.
"Young Master, according to what you said, that Xiao Yifeng must not be an ordinary person," said the man with the sinister face and the black robe in a somewhat hoarse voice.
"Brother Gui, have you figured out everything about this kid? Where did he suddenly come from?" Yang Hao finished off the red wine in his glass with one gulp, his expression grim.
"It's been checked, but there's no information at all. He arrived in Tianhai just a few days ago, and all his information before that is blank, completely untraceable, not even in the police station's system," Brother Gui said in his raspy voice.
