Unexpectedly, he saw seven or eight individuals dressed in black jackets approaching.
Who were these people?
Neither their attire nor their facial features resembled those of the locals, and... there was a hint of fierceness between their brows.
As he pondered this, one of the men bumped into Fang Yining as he passed by.
"Ouch--"
The young student stumbled and had to steady himself by grabbing onto a wooden stand nearby.
"Hey, you bumped into me!"
The man didn't respond but turned to give Fang Yining a look, which silenced him immediately.
After the group had walked a considerable distance away, Zheng Anhe, frowning, patted his shoulder, "Are you okay, what happened just now?"
Due to the angle, he hadn't seen the look in the man's eyes and found it strange that his junior did not ask for an apology and remained silent.
This was unlike his usual obstinate character.
