He stepped outside and walked along the alley. Before he could leave the alley, people had already appeared in front of him.
A group of mercenaries.
Their attire and demeanor exuded a sense of unrestraint and boldness.
Seven people.
A man dressed in white, holding an iron fan, stood at the forefront.
When the man saw Hua Qing, the fan in his hand tilted slightly.
"Are you Hua Qing?"
Hua Qing looked at these people, her usually calm eyes fluctuated slightly.
However, after a long while, they returned to calmness.
She had kissed him and even slept beside him to nurse his wounds.
She had deceived him.
Really, they should all die.
He hung his head, clearly engulfed in his emotions.
His hair obscured his face, making it difficult for the crowd to discern his expression.
The other side, receiving no response for a while, one of them spat,
"Boss, why waste words on him! Just kill him and bring his head to the Hua Family to see if it's really him."
