Fu Xuan Ge saw that Luo Yirui had also been captured and sighed, thinking it was impossible to send a message. He had hoped the kid would be sharp enough to dodge capture, but it was no use.
Jia Xiaoyu had some bruising on his face, yet he winked at Luo Yirui, surprisingly still in the mood to greet.
Luo Yirui raised an eyebrow, amazed that this guy dared to resist these people. Looking at his face, it was clear he'd been hit; the guy had some guts.
There were as many people here now as there were when they dispersed, which seemed like good news—at least there were no casualties.
After being brought in, Luo Yirui and the others were shoved to the side, left in a corner with Fu Xuan Ge and the others. Three guards watched them, but no one else paid attention.
