The crowd's eyes glinted with a hungry green light, like a pack of starving wolves, and Li Xiaoyao was the little lamb surrounded by them, pitiful and helpless, as if in the next moment he would be set upon by the pack, leaving not even scraps of bone behind.
Zhang Ye stepped forward, his aged eyes fixed on Li Xiaoyao, and asked to confirm his identity, "Are you Li Xiaoyao?"
"You are Zhang Ye?" Li Xiaoyao had read Zhang Ye's file and recognized him at a glance.
"Hand over the storage ring and I'll make it quick," Zhang Ye demanded, staring at the black storage ring on his finger.
Li Xiaoyao let out a cold laugh, and suddenly extended his left arm, pulling Lin Yuanyuan into his embrace and sweeping his gaze over the faces of the crowd, he said, "I'm here today to take her away. Does anyone object?"
