Just as Song Zhenrong finished explaining, Fang Yu gave a shout of 'jia' and rode his horse to Hong Yanxia's front.
"Has someone who can really talk finally come?"
Hong Yanxia looked levelly at the person in front of her.
Although he looked like a young man, she dared not underestimate him in the slightest.
"May I ask which Hall Master of the Foolish Underworld in Thunder City this friend might be?"
Misunderstanding.
A big misunderstanding.
But Fang Yu did not address it and instead got straight to the point.
"The person you're looking for is already dead."
What?
Hong Yanxia's expression froze for a moment, then she immediately reacted.
"Did you kill her?"
"That's right."
Fang Yu spoke bluntly, his gaze calm and indifferent.
At that moment, Hong Yanxia suddenly realized she had been careless.
The distance between them was too close.
Due to preconceived notions, she thought the other party was just another Hall Master-level expert like herself.
