Within the inn, Yao Yunqing and Elder Zhang were in the midst of a conversation when their expressions suddenly changed, and they both stood up abruptly.
"It's them!" Elder Zhang's face turned an ashen hue as his clenched fists crackled. Taking a deep breath, he sneered, "I never expected them to dare make a move here. Are they not afraid the Family Head will find out?"
Whoosh!
As his words fell, countless figures leaped in from outside the window, standing in front of the two. The leader was a burly middle-aged man with a black mole on the corner of his lips, a dark and stern look in his eyes, resembling a trained assassin.
Yao Yunqing's heart skipped a beat, "Was it Second Uncle who sent you?"
With a snort, Hei Zhi retorted, "Hand over the Token the Family Head gave you. How can a woman like you take on the role of Yao Family's Young Master?"
