Any random expert from the Blood Refining Realm could crush them like ants.
"Hurry, let's go!"
Jiang Yuanfan grunted, pulling Fatty into an even narrower alley.
The money pouch in his robe felt as heavy as a block of iron, searing his chest with panic.
Panicked, the two of them ran without looking, darting through the maze of alleyways like headless flies.
The more they panicked, the more lost they became. The alleys grew more remote, the crowds thinner, and the light dimmer.
Finally, they were cornered in a dead-end alley piled high with junk.
From all sides, five or six figures closed in on them.
Each man had a vicious look in his eyes and a savage grin on his face as they slowly tightened the circle.
Some held sabers, others swords. Their bulging temples and steady auras told the pair that these were dangerous men.
Fatty was so scared his legs went soft. Jiang Yuanfan's face was ashen as he pressed his back against the cold wall, clenching his fists in despair.
