"Who dares touch her!"
A cold voice rang out as several figures rushed up from below, appearing behind the woman. Their auras were incredibly powerful, exuding an intense pressure.
The crowd's eyes narrowed, all gazes focusing on the newcomers.
A middle-aged man strode up the stairs from the first floor with a powerful, commanding gait. His eyes swept across the crowd, flickering for a moment when they landed on the Baihua Fairy before returning to normal.
Then, his gaze fell upon the woman's face. Half of it was red and swollen, the bloody, five-fingered handprint starkly visible. His brows furrowed, and his expression turned frigid.
"Second Uncle!" Seeing the newcomer, the woman's face lit up with joy. 'He's here. Someone from the Zong Family is finally here!'
She turned to walk toward the middle-aged man, but the moment she moved, an utterly frigid intent locked onto her. A terrifying chill spread through the air, as if a single step would mean her death.
