Zhu Zhaohui came in with two Yuantanwu men, looking relaxed and natural. His eyes flew over Song Yan and landed on the masked girl. He smiled and said, "This girl, the three days agreed with you have passed. Would you like to continue to intervene in this matter?" It would be better for a girl to leave here!"

"Hum!" The masked girl snorted, "The feet were born on Ben Xianzi. It's not your turn to go or leave."

"So girls aren't going to accept our goodwill?" Zhu Zhaohui's eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a chill and killing in them.

"What is it, isn't it?" The masked girl sneered....