She'd heard plenty of stories about people being murdered for their treasures in these chaotic times, and now they were on someone else's territory.
Chaoyang instantly moved closer to Feng Moxi, both of them staring intently at the man.
"Hahaha~."
Just then, two more men walked out from the woods.
One had a beaming, benevolent smile. When he saw Chaoyang, he gently shook his head and said, "Chaoyang, you're being mischievous again."
Chaoyang's entire demeanor relaxed.
He gave the newcomer a casual cupped-fist salute. "Uncle Dongfang, as dashing and carefree as ever. Your charm is boundless."
"Hahaha, you kid. How did you find your way here? Weren't you having fun at that other base?"
Feng Moxi paid no attention to their conversation. Her gaze fell upon the other middle-aged man.
A jolt of fear shot through her body and soul, bringing with it a faint sense of panic.
The man was haggard, his expression cold. His body was gaunt, and his eyes were deeply sunken.
