On a secluded path.
There was only one streetlight at the entrance to the road, casting a dim yellow light. A light breeze occasionally swept through the air, carrying a faint sense of solemnity.
Seeing the slow advance of this group of people, even the usually brave Xu Zhaopei couldn't help but tremble, frightened she moved closer to Fang Yu.
She noticed that these thugs not only carried iron rods, but also wore some knives, wrenches, and other metal weapons on their bodies.
Clearly, these people had come prepared.
People from the underworld who wield knives and walk around the streets without any fear, she judged that these were likely desperados.
"I'm asking you, damn it, are you Fang Yu?" the man said again.
Hearing this man with the stick's questioning, Xu Zhaopei was startled—
This was clearly targeting Fang Yu!
"Did you offend someone?" Xu Zhaopei tilted her head and asked.
