"The hunt has begun! Your test—or trial, you could say—is to hunt Exotic Beasts, right? And the biggest power underground is the Huang Family, right?" Hu Yun's words echoed in his ear.
Tang Wen forced himself to show no reaction. When no one was looking, he gave a slight nod, mounted the White Tiger, and left.
The wind howled in his ears.
This time, the person in his arms was Feng San Niang.
The Third Lady's figure was a bit taller and leaner than Zhou Bing's. Tang Wen wrapped his arms around her slightly tense waist, buried his head in the crook of her fair neck, and gently inhaled the scent of her hair.
In response, the Third Lady's gracefully curved upper body arched unnaturally.
"Relax."
Tang Wen signaled for Hu Qi to fall to the back of the group.
The White Tiger snorted, clearly knowing what Tang Wen was up to.
Sure enough, as Hu Qi gradually fell behind, Tang Wen couldn't resist moving his hands upward.
