"Shouldn't we go help her?"
"Will helping her make us any money?"
In one corner of the market, a group of wanderers had set up camp.
Chen Feng adjusted his glasses, his gaze shifted towards the disturbed crowd in the distance.
Zhou Long sat on an abandoned concrete block, his rough fingers intently sharpening the blade, making a "screech screech" sound.
Without lifting his head, he said:
"The Shunfeng Travel Group only had one instruction, to deliver that little girl to them with all her limbs intact and alive. Other than that, even if the sky falls, it has nothing to do with us."
Chen Feng's gaze flickered behind his glasses, his sight turning to the figure suppressing Song Yiyi in the field:
"What do you think of that kid?"
Zhou Long paused his hand movements, then finally looked up towards Su Lin in the intense battle, his eyes slightly narrowing, he said:
