Looking at their actions, Yu Hu's eyes narrowed slightly.
Then, he gave one of his subordinates a look.
The person nodded imperceptibly, then hid his hand under the table and quietly flicked it.
Then, a wisp of aura that no one could detect hung on Wu Meng's body.
The two of them also walked to the entrance of the tavern as if nothing had happened.
However, when he reached the door, Wu Meng turned to look at Yu Hu.
His face revealed his ugly smile again.
"Aren't you going to follow? Are you giving up just like that?"
Hearing Wu Meng's mockery, Yu Hu grinned and did not care about this.
He had never minded letting others talk tough before they were about to die.
Therefore, after Yu Hu only gave Wu Meng the middle finger, he continued to drink.
Seeing that these people really had no intention of following him, Wu Meng looked at the masked man beside him.