"A bunch of fools, the enemy has infiltrated my place, and you still don't know!"
The door to the northwest room opened, and a scholarly-looking young man with glasses walked out.
He was bare-chested, only wearing a pair of shorts.
At this moment, his face was gloomy, full of murderous intent, staring at Liang Yuan, who was covered by the giant psychic network.
He spoke: "You've got skills, to be able to sneak in here."
He glanced at the four people who were already unconscious on the ground, his expression slightly changed.
Liang Yuan paid no heed to this person's stance, instead sensing the giant psychic network enveloping him.
After sensing the strength of this psychic network, Liang Yuan slightly shook his head: "Is this all?"
Huo Yuandu's face slightly changed, his eyes suddenly flashed, and his fingers subtly moved.
Swish—!
A fruit knife on the table inside the house instantly shot out, fiercely toward Liang Yuan!
Bang!
