"The two young men standing behind them should be their leaders, right?" Yun Hao gestured to Ying'Er beside him, looking in the direction of his gaze. He brazenly pinched Ying'Er's cheek!
"You jerk, if you want to ask a question, just ask. Why pinch me?" Ying'Er tried to keep her voice down. If she hadn't been a highly trained assassin, she might have cried out when Yun Hao pinched her just now!
"Shh, I was afraid you wouldn't hear me."
"What do you mean? Speak plainly!"
Instinctively, Yun Hao quickly grabbed Ying'Er's wrist!
A fine young girl, playing with a knife? Such a dangerous thing, should it be played with so casually? What if it slipped and stabbed herself?
As Yun Hao and Ying'Er whispered to each other, the situation in the battlefield changed again. A group of about a dozen people walked over slowly from not far away, all dressed in gold. What a flash, like a bunch of nouveau riche!
