Sure enough, a series of heavy footsteps echoed from the top of the stairs. A few seconds later, twenty black-clad thugs appeared in the hallway on the first floor above the staircase. Zheng Xueyun sneaked a glance at him. Sure enough, twenty tall men in black clothes walked into the downstairs. All in all, there were about fifty black-clad thugs. Two groups of them slowly pulled out various weapons from behind, including short swords, steel pipes, iron rods, baseball bats, and golf clubs.
Zheng Xueyun didn't say a word, just took off her sunglasses and looked at the group of tall men on the first floor. Shortly, a man appeared behind the group of black-clad men on the first floor of the staircase. It was Zuo Muyang, smiling at Zheng Xueyun. He extended his right hand to greet her: "Hi, Xueyun, haven't seen you in years. You're getting more and more beautiful!"
Zheng Xueyun turned back and said, "Is Mr. Zuo going to chop me?"
