After muttering a few words, Xia Liu hung up the phone and leisurely descended the stairs.
At the same time, two figures dashed through the corridor like specters, their speed so fast that faint afterimages appeared.
Crack!
Above the sky, a bolt of lightning struck down, its red and white claws seemingly tearing the space apart.
At the hotel entrance, Xia Liu slowly stepped out.
He hadn't taken many steps when two people approached and blocked his way forward.
Xia Liu stopped and looked back over his shoulder.
He saw the two people approaching with a strong pressure-bearing presence.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...
Outside the hotel, the sound of the rain echoed continuously, incessant in one's ears.
The five people at the entrance stood frozen in place as if they were figures in a painting.
"Which family are you from?" After a long stare, Xia Liu asked softly.
"Yanjing's Yan Family!"
"Yanjing's Qiu Family!"
