"Enemies really do meet on a narrow road," Wu Ling said softly as he looked at the men blocking the way.
This marked the third time that Wu Ling had encountered this particular group of men, though from the looks of things, the strongest men of the group, San and Er, had left their junior brothers behind. Now, the group of former disciples from the Red Tiger's den seemed to be following under the leadership of the broad-nosed man called 'Wan.'
"Well if it isn't the thieving Little Lingling," Wan said, a surly expression forming on his face. "Lord Yao won't be happy about the company his precious daughter is keeping. Young Miss Yao," he continued, turning his attention to Yao Meifeng. "No more tricks. It's time to come home before things get rough. We don't want to hurt you but your father didn't say anything about hurting your friends."
