Meng Changsheng laughed while taking out his smoking pipe, "Alas, we're powerless, after all, it's your young people's world now."
Feng Lin rolled his eyes but said nothing.
However, this group really knew when to pick their time, appearing right during their Si Ye gathering and chat.
It was really disrespectful.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Several individuals with different expressions jumped into the villa's courtyard.
All of them wore duckbill hats and face masks, revealing only their eyes.
"Is Ye Xin here?"
A middle-aged man with crossed arms asked loudly, his voice as thunderous as roaring thunder.
None of the people with Feng Lin spoke.
They didn't even look at them.
This was the first time this group of assassins felt ignored.
The middle-aged man stepped forcefully on the grass and his silhouette flashed, appearing behind Feng Lin.
Clang!
No one saw the draw of the sword.