"Is anyone there? Huahua, Huahua?"
The shouting echoed in Tang Xiaowan's ears as she anxiously looked around and carefully moved forward, trying to find Leng Lingxiao.
However, all that responded to her was the sound of footsteps.
Her heart sank suddenly and she quickened her pace, a bad premonition welled up inside her.
Huahua, nothing better be wrong!
No, it couldn't be, there surely wouldn't be anything wrong.
"Huahua, Huahua?" She shouted loudly again, taking a small tool out of her bag.
Suddenly, a series of rapid footsteps came from straight ahead, and four men in black clothing approached her, each wearing a pure black mask and gloves, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.
The knives in their hands emitted a dangerous aura.
Two more followed from behind.
They were also wearing masks and gloves.
Tang Xiaowan's heart tightened, suspecting that these people were after her mutation and probably not sent by Li Zishen.
