Xia Pinger's voice suddenly went numb. "Sorry, brother Wan, if my brother's wounds don't heal I won't go to South Mountain market. If something happens to me, who would take care of my brother?"
Brother Wan's face sunk and he suddenly said coldly, "Xia Pinger, it's not up to you now. What did you and your brother say? We helped you so you help us scout ahead. What? You want to go back on your words?"
Xia Pinger's face looked bad and after a long time said, "Brother Wan, sister Huangping wasn't saved and my brother was heavily injured. What do you want?"
Ye Mo looked at this brother Wan, he was in his forties and foundation establishment state peak stage. There was a man and woman next to him, both ferocious looking and full of killing intent. Clearly, they didn't kill just one or two people. The other two were both foundation establishment state peak stage.
