Give Me Back My Stuff
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
"What is wrong with you? Where are you taking us?" One of the Viscounts looked at Wang Yuhang very angrily.
They'd been waylaid by many xenogeneics on the road, and they had yet to see any hint of the red mist spring. The many injuries they had suffered were taking a toll.
Except for Wang Yuhang, of course. He was leading them, and he could run from his enemies extremely quickly. Whenever he saw movement up ahead, he'd take cover in the crowd. He was the only one not to sustain injuries.
"Kid, I'm warning you. You better not be playing tricks on us. Even if Han Sen himself was here, he couldn't save you. We can kill you with the greatest of ease," the Tego Viscount shouted angrily at Wang Yuhang, grabbing him by the collar.