A young man strode out with a group of subordinates.
His face was grim, his body well-proportioned, and in his right hand he carried a black short spear.
"Two bitches! Given face, but you don't want it! It's been so long since that old ghost Cao Dong died, and you still think you're some sort of club president and young missy?"
Liu Xian waved his hand.
"Kill them all!"
The others behind Liu Xian were about to make their move.
Suddenly, the grass to the right side parted.
Amidst the rustling sound,
a young man with a pale complexion walked out.
Dressed like a mountaineer, he carried a large travel bag on his back. He appeared to be a tourist who had come to the area to hike.
Seeing the scene before him, the man paused slightly. He glanced at the blood on the two women.
All eyes fell on him.
"Boss, what do you think..." a man quietly asked Liu Xian.
Liu Xian frowned.
"There are still people in this place. Kill him!"
The man's expression changed.
