The two of them paced back and forth a few times, their bodies moving, but their gazes were locked on a group of people.
An Jian also put away his joking manner and released an aura of intimidation. His expression was stern and cold, but these people? Completely unaffected—they kept scratching their feet, leaning and sunbathing as they wished.
The two exchanged a glance, and An Jian suddenly laughed, "Not very professional, are you guys!"
No one paid any attention to him.
Instead, the oldest among them opened his eyes and glanced over. An Jian's sharp gaze caught a flicker of dread from the old man, even though it was just for a moment. This person was Yang the Sixth.
Dread? Could it be because of his rank as captain? Makes sense, after all, he's caught quite a number of people. Criminals fear him and dread him.
That's plausible.
But behind him, Jiang Mingyue's thoughts were completely different.
