Silly Qiang's drunkenness instantly sobered up.
Among these five people, the two leading figures clearly weren't good characters.
One had a broad back and a bearish stature, with a bright silver machete slung across his back, his fierce aura almost bursting through the black night.
The other had his face covered by a trench coat, his expression grim.
Dark eye circles surrounded his eyes, resembling a ghost.
Tough guy!
His gaze shifted backward, finally resting on Baiyu, and he felt a slight chill.
This person... he'd actually seen him before.
When his boss, the One-Eyed Dragon, was around, they collected protection fees from him; back then, it was the Dead Dog Tavern they led him to, and afterward, the whole tavern exploded.
The visitors came with ill intent.
Silly Qiang was troubled in his heart.
This was his first time receiving a hired mission.
