Two men from Luo Country and one man from White Eagle Country were heading towards a garden in the old park.
Because it was winter, all the flowers had long since withered and fallen, making the place seem desolate with a chilling and murderous aura emanating.
At this moment, Fang Yi stood by the side of the garden, quietly waiting.
There wasn't the slightest trace of impatience on Fang Yi's face as the cold wind blew, lifting the long hair on his forehead.
These days had been too busy; Fang Yi hadn't shaved his beard, which had become somewhat thick, making him look worn and mature.
Suddenly, the phone vibrated.
Fang Yi took out his phone, slightly surprised, sighed, and hung up the call.
But then the phone rang again.
Fang Yi this time directly turned off the phone.
Since you chose not to meet me, why bother calling?
