Hua Cheng and Jiang Xia had both grown up in Beijing.
The title "Demon Lord of Mayhem" hardly did justice to their reputation back then.
The old man was truly incensed by their exchange.
He stood up and walked toward them, a malicious glint in his murky eyes.
"We live by the sea here. People go missing every year."
"Whoa, you're scaring my poor little heart half to death."
Jiang Xia clutched his chest, his feigned look of fear instantly twisting into something sinister.
"What a coincidence. The people I run into tend to go missing often, too."
An Ning looked at Jiang Xia. While she didn't know what had set him off, she knew he wasn't joking now.
She took a few steps, moved to stand in front of Jiang Xia, and turned back to him with a faint smile. "Let me handle this, okay?"
The moment Jiang Xia saw An Ning, the sinister aura around him vanished. The malice churning in the depths of his heart settled and grew calm.
"Okay."
