A voice rang out, somewhat cold but also a bit immature, suggesting the speaker couldn't be very old. Looking toward the source of the voice, Wang Xiaofei saw a boy about seventeen or eighteen standing nearby, realizing he hadn't even noticed when the boy had appeared.
The boy's clothing was very ordinary, and his youthful face showed signs of nervousness. However, his hands were tightly clenched.
"Oh, what if I don't let him go? What can you do to me?" Wang Xiaofei paused for a moment, then smiled lightly at the boy.
"If you don't stop, then don't blame me for being rude!" the boy said through gritted teeth to Wang Xiaofei.
"Haha, by all means, be rude to me. I'm curious to see what you can do," Wang Xiaofei laughed loudly upon hearing the boy's words.
But just as Wang Xiaofei finished speaking, the boy suddenly vanished. Seeing this, Wang Xiaofei's smile hadn't even fully solidified when a sudden gust of wind struck towards his face.
