Looking at the stranger emerging from the well, Xu Hao took a half-step back, eyes full of caution as he stared at the other:
"Damn! What the hell are you? Are you incubating chicks at the bottom of the well in the middle of the night?"
"Alright, stop yelling."
Fang Cheng interrupted Xu Hao's loud shouting and introduced:
"He's a friend of mine, here to deal with Jiang Chen tonight."
Upon hearing Fang Cheng speak, Xu Hao finally released his tightly clenched fist and let out a long breath.
He craned his neck, curiously sizing up this unexpected guest.
The guy pulled out two broken glow sticks from his pants pocket and casually tossed them on the ground.
It turns out that the ghostly green light from the well earlier, aside from his unusually bright eyes in the dark, mainly came from the fluorescence of this thing.
Then, the man took out a neatly folded cotton handkerchief from his chest and leisurely wiped the dirt off his face.
Xu Hao pouted, muttering internally:
