"Hm?"
By around 7:45 p.m., Budingzi, who was picking up some food, suddenly changed his expression, put down his chopsticks, and looked toward the inn's main entrance.
In that instant, Huang Donglai and the others also immediately became tense because they rarely saw Budingzi show such an expression.
"What's the matter, Master?" Huang Donglai hurriedly asked, following Budingzi's gaze toward the main door, "Could it be... is there some devil coming?"
Snap—
Budingzi raised his hand at that moment and tapped Huang Donglai lightly on the head.
"What devil? Don't talk nonsense..." Budingzi corrected him, "That's Phoenix."
Before he had finished speaking, a line of ten people entered from the main door.
Among these ten, eight were tall and burly men, broad-backed and robust, each with weapons hidden at their waists, clearly trained fighters.
