"I..."
"Over....there!"
"A ghost!"
Five or six members of the Black Eagle Gang, upon seeing Zhang Yingxue, seemed to have lost their souls, their minds blank, completely at a loss for words.
Another seven or eight members who had been dozing off were jolted awake by the wailing screams of these "ghosts".
"Weren't you the ones supposed to be keeping watch?"
"Bastard, which idiot scared me like this!"
"And shouting so loudly, is there really a ghost?!"
"If you wake up the Hall Masters with your noise, you lousy punks can expect to be skinned alive."
One with a fierce and intimidating face was loudly berating the stunned individuals.
Damn it, these fools, being part of the Black Eagle Gang, causing such a commotion.
Not an ounce of the Black Eagle Gang spirit.
If this gets out, how will I, as their leader, hold my head up in public?
After his reprimand, the man saw that his subordinates were all in a stupefied daze.
