"Come back here!"
Yang Tianqi's shout was useless. Liu Wen and the middle-aged man, one big and one small, disappeared into the narrow path.
He didn't understand what Liu Wen was doing. Was his brain muddled? Why would he leave with someone who had nothing to do with him?
Yang Tianqi slowly recovered from his shock. He hurriedly turned around and ran toward the City Lord's Mansion.
"Brat, you're quite brave. You're much tougher than that brother of yours."
The man looked at Yang Tianqi with a wicked smile. The two of them had come to a very dark and dilapidated house. The house was barely repaired and there was no air leakage on the left and right. However, it could be said that the house was bare and there was nothing useful.
Liu Wen looked at the man coldly and pulled out half of the silver sword.