It was already night, the time when the snack street was usually the busiest, but now there were not many people around, almost none at all, which made it unusually quiet and somewhat abnormal.
"Something doesn't feel right." Hei Zi's expression darkened.
"There is murderous intent!"
Hu Zi's eyes, like copper bells, flashed with a cold light as he spoke in a low voice.
"Looks like someone wants to deal with us," Hei Zi said, his eyes twinkling keenly.
"They're already here."
Ye Luo picked up the bottle of alcohol from the table and slowly began to drink.
At this moment, groups of men in black clothes had started walking towards both ends of the snack street, each with a grim face and cold eyes shining with a chilling glint. The ones in the front, a dozen or so, had a wolf's head emblem on their chests, clearly the Wolf Gang elites—the Wolf Guard—controlled by Fang Yan whom they had encountered before.