Indeed, just as Zhang Mengjie finished speaking,
several shirtless men, carrying gleaming broadswords on their shoulders, emerged from the dim alleyway.
The leader was a middle-aged, short and stout man clad in a plaid shirt, his hair combed back in a slick style.
By his side followed a man, trembling and pale, exuding an aura of timidity.
In just a short amount of time, the street amassed more and more dark figures.
A hundred silhouettes instantly surrounded the entire street, each person wielding a gleaming machete, creating an overwhelmingly powerful scene!
"Who are you?"
Zhang Mengjie's dark cunning eyes flashed dangerously.
She placed Zhang Yuxuan behind her, and her slender figure stood firm like a mountain in front of Yuxuan, whose complexion suddenly shifted dramatically!
She had a growing suspicion that something big might happen today.