By the time Su Li emerged from the bottom of the Underground Palace, the storm outside had already passed.
The guests, rudely dragged out by the monkeys, were now huddled together awkwardly, in a standoff with several men who were clearly different from Wang Bai and his group.
Although all had black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin, something about them felt distinctly out of place, though it was hard to pinpoint exactly what.
And Da Pan, Wang Bai, and the others were glaring at them furiously.
"Who are you, and why are you asking about the Underground Palace?"
Hearing their awkward Chinese accents, Da Pan and the others could be sure these people had malicious intentions.
Moreover, the guests present were all from the entertainment industry, skilled at reading people's expressions and words.
The handful of men who suddenly showed up, whether they wore blatant expressions or smiles, all exuded malice from their gazes.