The woman came with an agenda. It was time to give herself a sense of presence.
Xu Zeng may have clearly been of "immortal bloodline" in her opinion, but he never spoke when she berated Xu Hu Zhe, instead, he stayed quiet, easily controlled by Xu Hu Zhe's grip.
She had known Hu Zhe as Strong Arm, the beggar the old lady allowed to drink their water for free. She was always doing charity, and now her charity case had brought more charity cases to her business! It was like she forgot, Xu Hu Zhe had paid for Zhang Hui and the rest's stay. Or maybe she just wanted to overlook this fact.
"Of course, it would be you two," she scoffed, arms crossing over her chest. "Masked men, always lurking around. It's been days, and you've yet to remove those ridiculous things from your faces. It's obvious you're up to no good."
Xu Zeng exhaled sharply, his patience wearing thin, but it wasn't him who responded.