Drizzling rain, chilling wind!
Qin Feiyang calmly observed everyone. In the end, he set his sights on the man in black and the old man dressed in blue. Their demeanor was telling, as everyone else was taking their lead from these two. The Qiankun Bag must be on one of them!
"What's the delay?"
"I'm warning you, don't try anything sneaky, or else…"
At this point, the man in black turned his head, greed in his eyes. Glancing at Feng Ling'er, he said, "All of us are men, and it's been a very long time since we've touched a woman. Fortunately, your friend here is quite attractive and young…"
Aside from a few women in their group, the other men let out lewd laughs.
A flash of cold light crossed Qin Feiyang's eyes as he pulled out the Qiankun Bag from his robe. His other hand tightly gripped Blue Snow, his voice deep and threatening, "You will regret this!"