Lan Fuyou glared at the unconscious Helen Wu, his chubby face twisted in anger.
"Hmph! This ugly woman! Don't let her rest—make her work all day!"
Then, he turned his fleshy face toward the blue-eyed man, his tone filled with displeasure. "How could you wait until she almost used her ability? What if she had killed me, huh? Tch! Useless!"
The temperature around them plummeted instantly. The guards didn't dare to breathe under the suffocating pressure radiating from the man.
"Tch! A bunch of worthless men!" Lan Fuyou flicked his sleeves and stormed off.
As his rotund figure disappeared into the distance, the blue-eyed man's lips curled into a sneer. Fat Pig, your days are numbered.
Meanwhile, Zhao Lin was walking along the market pathways when she spotted two familiar figures—Wu Hao and Cho Jin. Helen Wu was conspicuously absent, which was odd, considering that woman clung to Cho Jin like a leech.