Li Hu and his companion arrived at the South Gate hall. Instead of spreading their story as before, they gathered the members of their Tiger Howl Gang, asked some questions, exchanged a few words, and then hastily left.
It seemed that if they didn't care about the Tiger Howl Gang's situation, the two of them wouldn't have come back. Staying here any longer would waste their time hunting and becoming stronger.
Their footsteps were fast, and soon, under the envious and admiring gazes of others, they disappeared around the corner.
Once they turned the corner, their pace suddenly slowed, and their previously imposing aura dissipated.
"Second Brother, is what we're doing really meaningful?!" Li Hu said confused.
Since the last time they were chased back, he had been afraid.
Death had never felt so close to him before. Even half a year ago, when he had just arrived, he hadn't experienced that feeling.