"Hoo..."
The wind suddenly rose.
A shadowy figure darted out from the darkness, cloaked and masked, flitting through the crowd like a ghost.
The newcomer's speed was astonishing, and the force was terrifying; anyone who came into contact with him would instantly lose the ability to resist.
In the blink of an eye,
a group of people screamed and fell, and some even fainted dead away.
"Swish!"
The shadow halted, appearing before Shao Yihua, and tossed two stacks of money beside him:
"Yours?"
"...Yes." Shao Yihua was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded and collected the money.
Struggling to stand, he assessed the situation in the field, and his heart pounded fiercely despite the fact that the stranger had saved him, causing him to instinctively retreat.
A chill arose within him.
This person...
How ruthless!
The people on the ground were almost all deformed, with broken bones or fractured legs, and Brother Lin was directly impaled through the shoulder by a steel bar.
