Feng Fuce certainly wasn't going to let Zhi'er sit next to Xie Yu.
So, he sat in the middle.
Xie Yu was forced into the corner.
He gritted his teeth and expressed his displeasure: "Can't you move over a bit?"
Feng Fuce stared straight ahead, not even looking at him: "No."
Xie Yu, annoyed, was about to start a big argument.
Zhi'er immediately said, "Let's discuss our plan for later, these kidnappers are a very experienced gang."
"And, each of them... has high martial arts skills," she explained in a way Xie Yu could accept: "So later, Xie Yu, if you encounter them alone, take care of your safety, don't act rashly, wait for Brother Fu Ce and me to arrive."
Xie Yu sneered, "I'm not bad in martial arts either."
"But there are about a hundred of them!"
"That doesn't scare me," Xie Yu said confidently.
Zhi'er thought, if he knew he was about to face a bunch of lustful ghosts, she wondered if he could still laugh it off.
Patrols in the Capital remained strict.
