"What are you trying to do?" the Silver Masked Man demanded grimly.
"I, I, I..."
A group of mysterious people were left speechless by his rebuke, standing there trembling and shaking in terror.
"What are you staring at? Don't you roll back to where you came from!" the Silver Masked Man barked coldly.
At his command, the group of mysterious people, struggling to suppress their fear, once again surrounded Zhang Xiaohao.
Shuffling sounds...
The Silver Masked Man, leading a group of subordinates, approached with murderous intent.
"You little brat, you've got some nerve! How dare you come to my territory and cause trouble!" the Silver Masked Man boasted arrogantly.
Whoosh, whoosh...
No sooner had the words left his mouth than two figures quickly rushed down from the large pit above.
"We're late, please forgive us, Master!" Sun Dafu and Qing Mian said.
"Hmm." Zhang Xiaohao nodded faintly, indicating that they stand behind him.
