C518 Transaction conditions

As the black clothed man finished speaking, a silver light flashed past, and chopped towards Lin Chuyue.

Without waiting for the black clothed man's blade to fall, Feng Yan's figure flashed, and he kicked away.

"Who are you people?"

He looked around cautiously. The carriage had already been surrounded by the team of black-clothed men. There was no way out.

"We are the guards of Nine Li