"City lord, those few bastards asked for you." The high-ranked demon walked to Shen Yanxiao with a gloomy face.
"Who are they to ask Xiaoxiao to come to them?" The five jerks in disguise stood before Shen Yanxiao. Their handsome features had been replaced by ordinary ones. They were the prime examples of a standard passerby that would not be noticed if placed in a crowd.
"Qi Xia?" Du Lang looked at the young man who spoke with some uncertainty. The contrast of the before and after was too large.
Qi Xia touched his unattractive face and said, "The disguise mask produced by Ah Xi is pretty good."
Tang Nazhi grabbed onto that high-ranked demon and asked, "Oh right, who are the bastards that asked for Xiaoxiao?"
"It's those few bastards from the capital. They are being extremely haughty about it too." The high-ranked demon had already found them disagreeable from the start.
"The envoy?"