Thunder grumbled in the not-so-far distance, the weather so oppressive it nearly suffocated, the dark sky almost merging with the mountain range.
Lightning cleaved the sky like a hatchet, heralding the imminent arrival of a downpour.
The group had just left the villa when they were ambushed, "Miss Ye, be careful!"
Although the bodyguards shouted this, in truth, they had no intention of protecting Ye Shaohua; instead, they formed an impenetrable shield around Sang Xue, leaving no trace of their actual motive.
"Have Cloud Gang Leader's men arrived?" Seeing that Qi Zihua's right arm had been grazed again, the Butler said in a deep voice, the anxiety clear in his expression.
Qi Zihua grunted and then shook his head.
Nobody expected the Qingyun Gang to strike at this time. They were far from the city center and couldn't wait for He Muyun's men to arrive; moreover, given He Muyun's unpredictable nature, Qi Zihua didn't dare gamble on him.