Zhang Xiaohao took out a pipe, casually lit it with both hands, and lazily puffed out a ring of smoke, looking at the two of them with disdain.
"Just the two of you?" Zhang Xiaohao mocked.
"Hmph! Don't think we don't know what you're planning! We've come prepared if we're daring to confront you here! Don't look at how we're standing on this bustling street; even if we kill you or capture you now, people around us will act as if they haven't seen anything! They'll go about their business as usual!" the burly man on the left said coldly.
"So, you're confident you have me trapped, huh?" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.
"Sir! Honest people don't beat around the bush. If you don't want to suffer, you'd better come with us willingly! Otherwise, if we have to make a move, and in the scuffle, we accidentally cripple your Nascent Soul or dismember your arm or leg, don't say we didn't warn you!" the burly man on the left continued coldly.
"Hehe!" Zhang Xiaohao shrugged, smiling playfully.
