Second-floor guest room.
"How is it?"
Ding Hui lazily yawned.
For the two of them, missing a meal or two wouldn't affect anything.
Going downstairs to inquire was just an excuse to check out the situation down there.
Judging by Fang Yu's calm expression, Ding Hui estimated that the situation was under control.
"Just a few small fries, you can rest easily. I won't let them harm you in the slightest."
Fang Yu had already looked at the people below's blood levels, with the strongest being just a captain-level old man, and the others were not even worth mentioning.
It seemed as Ding Hui said, the first wave of probing people didn't have impressive strength.
No!
Actually, it should be said that our side is too strong.
A Thousand Blood Warrior is already considered quite powerful among martial artists.
A Two Thousand Blood Warrior would be seen as an elite by ordinary people, a renowned master, a prodigy type.
