His voice slowly spread, piercing the quiet night.
After a while, suddenly!
There was a flicker of shadow in the corner.
The shadow quickly divided into three.
Three black-clad, masked figures dashed out, appearing three zhang away.
Fang Zhixing's eyes shimmered, and he suddenly chuckled, "The three of you, you don't seem like you're here to trade?"
The one in the middle, with a deep voice, spoke, "Of course not, we came specifically for you."
This tone carried an unfriendly intent.
"Hmm..."
Fang Zhixing, still composed, observed the three men and pondered, "You are not Heavenly People avatars, nor mech-armored, but all Saints."
"So what if we are?"
The masked figure in black chuckled coldly, casting a glance at the package in Fang Zhixing's hand and said in a deep voice, "We heard that you have an extremely rare 'Heavenly Element Flower' and are openly looking for a buyer on the black market.
