"Hm?"
Zhou Wulong, who was about to speak, immediately shut his mouth.
Zhou Ku and the strong man from Black Hawk Stronghold turned their heads together, looking in the direction of the sound, and saw Xiao Yi, with an amused expression, slowly approaching from afar.
His pace wasn't fast.
Neither hurried nor slow.
But with each step he took, he covered dozens of yards, and in just a moment, he appeared in front of the merchant caravan.
The third-in-command of Black Hawk Stronghold squinted at Xiao Yi, and from within his black eye sockets beneath a silver mask, he shot out two cold gleams and said coldly, "Who are you? How dare you meddle in Black Hawk Stronghold's affairs?"
Xiao Yi shrugged his shoulders. "A bunch of thieving trash deserves to know my name?"
"You..."
The expressions of the strong men from Black Hawk Stronghold changed simultaneously.
Even when glancing at Zhou Ku and the others, they now harbored an icy and fierce intent to kill.
