“Peng, where did that fellow Duskdune go? It’s been an entire night and there’s still no news!”
On the first floor of the restaurant, Young Master Ying sat in a room, his face dark and gloomy.
Four to five middle aged men stood at the side, watching him eat.
“There’s still no news of Lord duskdune, he must have been delayed by something!”
A middle aged man immediately bowed and said.
“Fuck, could it be that Duskdune has died in the Hundred Beast City?”
Young Master Ying’s face was filled with displeasure as he sat there coldly. “The more I look at that fellow, the more displeased I am. Tonight...”
“Young Master Ying, Lord Duskdune Is Here!”
At that moment, the middle aged man interrupted his displeasure and said softly.
“Oh?”
Young Master Ying was not displeased with the middle aged man’s interruption. He raised his head and looked outside.