"How dare you cause trouble at Ancient Pan Mountain?" Zhao Ying'er's eyes flashed with cold light, an icy killing intent emanating from her.
Her slender, fair fingers tightly gripped a petite sword, its blade trembling slightly, as if ready to fly out and transform into a cold gleam.
The few shadows, upon seeing this, only responded with a deep chuckle, seemingly unfazed.
"Bad luck, girl. We're just doing a job, taking money to solve problems, nothing personal." A hoarse voice came from the shadows, carrying a hint of mockery.
"But since you're here, don't think about leaving." Another voice coldly added, sounding sinister.
An ugly man stepped out from the shadows, yellow teeth showing remnants of food from the previous night, exuding a sour stench as he spoke.
His shifty eyes swept over Zhao Ying'er, with a smirk that was particularly nauseating.
"Who sent you?" Xu Wendong asked sternly, furrowing his brows.
