"Haha, Miss Ning, the three-day deadline has passed. You should come with us now!"
A rampant laughter came from outside the door.
Under the leadership of a ferocious bald muscular man, four youths followed closely behind and burst into the room.
The muscular man had a fierce appearance.
His brows were sharp like knives, his eyes narrowed into slits, flashing coldly. His gaze was that of a cunning and bloodthirsty jackal, immediately fixing on Xiao Yi and the others upon entry.
A touch of doubt flickered in the eyes of the bald muscular man, but he restrained himself from rash actions and asked, "I see there are guests here! May I know how to address these brothers?"
This man was steeped in the air of Jianghu, every move he made was filled with a bloodthirsty ferocity, clearly not an easy opponent to deal with.
Xiao Yi merely glanced at him, and a conjecture arose in his heart; he turned to look at Qiu Yiyun.
