Indeed, this lithe figure was none other than An San, a member of Dark Night Seven Kills, Ye Qianyu.
To think these people fancied their chances against Dark Night Seven Kills in the dead of the night. They were really overestimating themselves.
Turning a corner, the silhouette disappeared in an instant.
The gang of street thugs panicked and hurried forward, turning the corner to find themselves in a dead end, but there was no sign of Ye Qianyu.
"Boss... boss, where... where did she go?" A blonde lackey nervously tugged at the leader's sleeve, his legs shaking uncontrollably.
How could the person just vanish all of a sudden? Did they encounter something unclean? It was said that several people had died here before; perhaps it was their vengeful spirits causing trouble.
"Who am I supposed to ask if you're asking me? You're such a scaredy-cat," the leader retorted with a sneer as he turned to glare at the blonde lackey, speaking in a hushed roar.
