The leader of the "Black Fiend Three Wolves," that Early Golden Core Stage fellow, had a truly sharp nose. Even though Fang Hao and the others were hidden quite well, he still caught a whiff of them. With a roar from him, his two Great Perfection Foundation Establishment lackeys instantly drew their weapons, their eyes fixed on the back of the stone pillar like hungry wolves.
"Damn, we've been spotted!" Fang Hao cursed inwardly, knowing they couldn't hide anymore. He glanced at Mu Fenghua. The girl's small face was tense, her hand already gripping the vermilion bird feather fan. There wasn't much fear in her eyes; instead, she looked somewhat eager to try.
"What now? Fight or not?" Fang Hao signaled with his eyes. There were three of them, so a head-on clash held some risk. But if they ran, these three were clearly local thugs familiar with the terrain; being pursued would be even more troublesome.
