Not long after Li Xiaobao left with Ling Wanqiu, a few people suddenly entered the villa courtyard deep in the night.
Ling Zhanfeng and the other experts of the Ling Family blocked their way.
Looking at these suddenly appearing masked figures, Ling Zhanfeng said calmly, "You lot showing up at this hour—are you thieves? Or guests?"
The leading masked man spoke in an indifferent tone, "Where is Ling Wanqiu? Hand her over, and we'll spare your lives."
Ling Zhanfeng's expression hardened. "What a big mouth. Our Hu Mountain isn't something just anyone can push around."
"So it seems you don't intend to hand her over?" the masked man said flatly.
"Are you people from the Six Sword Sect or the Yan Family?" The aura on Ling Zhanfeng's body surged as he readied himself to fight.
The masked man's pupils shrank slightly, then he gave a cold snort. "Old bastard, you're looking for death!"
Just as the masked man was about to make a move, a chilly voice came from behind him.
"Hold it."
