"But how dare he… how dare he appear in that place? Right at the entrance of the Ghost Market? We clearly issued a wanted notice on him—"
Yue Sihan's expression shifted from initial shock and panic to anger and disbelief. He clenched his fists tightly, his teeth grinding audibly.
"That bastard is so arrogant. Why didn't anyone notice him?"
The scale of the incident had suddenly expanded to encompass "the entire Shanyin Ghost Market," becoming an outright "catastrophic calamity."
Cen Dongsheng hadn't expected that as soon as he arrived in this place, he'd hear news like this.
He smiled faintly, his gaze layered with meaning as he studied the fat man before him, who was sweating profusely and whose expression shifted dramatically.
Ever since coming to Shanyin City, strange events had occurred one after another. Were they simply inadvertently swept into the chaos, or was there a possibility they were being manipulated?
