Lei Hu immediately discovered some faint footprints in the grass.
"Marquis, look." He hurriedly reminded.
Feng Fuce merely glanced briefly.
His deep, dark eyes looked directly toward the quiet, desolate village nestled under the night sky.
Here again.
Feng Fuce coldly said, "Here they are. They haven't gone far. Surround this place and search inside."
"Yes!"
At this moment.
The pockmarked face inside the house suddenly squatted down in pain, clutching his stomach tightly.
Lai Si looked at him and quickly asked, "Mole, is your old problem acting up again?"
The pockmarked man nodded, gritting his teeth and enduring, "It's nothing, boss. It'll pass if I tough it out."
Zhi'er blinked her big eyes, "Your stomach hurts, huh?"
The pockmarked man sat down on a nearby chair, nodding weakly.
The little one hesitated for a moment.
The reluctance was evident in her round, dark eyes.
