The next moment, a fierce aura erupted from Anjue, his entire face terrifying like a devil. He kicked the man who asked Ye Xiaoyu's price flying, his handsome face a terrifying color.
"You dare lay a finger on my woman? Shadow, gouge out their eyes for me!"
"Yes."
At some point, several people in black clothing appeared at the door. Four of them were wearing sunglasses, and only one wasn't. It seemed to be the one Anjue referred to as Shadow.
Then the two men who had harassed Ye Xiaoyu were dragged away by the four bodyguards, screaming miserably.
Ye Xiaoyu shuddered once again.
She grabbed onto his sleeve with a pale face: "Let's go back, I beg you."
Anjue picked her up, her legs had already gone weak with fear, and if she hadn't been clutching his clothes, she would have probably slid to the ground.
"It's okay, let's just take a look inside."
