Fang Yu's brow slightly furrowed as he first looked towards the severely injured fellow.
According to Mi Hengpeng, during their pursuit, they had wounded the fleeing thief.
Now, it seemed it was not just a mere injury; this person was nearly dead.
But that was understandable; what kind of place was the Foolish Underworld? It's one thing sneaking in, but to think of leaving alive after being exposed, one would need quite a bit of luck.
It was only because he ran fast; the perimeter was manned by dozens or hundreds, not quickly reassignable. Otherwise, trespassing in the Foolish Underworld equaled a certain death.
Fang Yu with the highest blood quota, looked towards Cui Aonan, seeming like the leader, as he turned on the 'microphone'.
"Lord, lord! This lord, the person beside you is a demon! I saw with my own eyes; he commanded the demon to capture us alive!"
Cui Aonan said in a panicked voice as soon as he was able to speak.
Fang Yu: ?
