But because of Xiao Wu's hesitation, the situation at the scene changed abruptly.
A deep voice rang out at that moment.
"Hehe, trying to run?"
As the words fell, Ye Wen suddenly felt his body grow heavy.
Ye Wen immediately realized this was definitely not an isolated phenomenon. Instinctively, he looked toward Huo Yu'er and Xiao Wu behind him.
Damn it! It's actually a group-control Soul Skill. Didn't this bastard just use a fire-type Soul Skill? What exactly is this guy's Martial Soul?
Ye Wen cursed inwardly, but outwardly remained calm and unmoved, staring fixedly at the carriage.
At that moment, a fat figure slowly emerged from the carriage. His build was so outrageous that Ye Wen thought he had seen wrong.
The man was so obese that even his hands and feet looked tiny. He was practically a giant ball of flesh.
But Ye Wen had no mood to laugh at him, because the man actually possessed four Soul Rings. Even with the commoner configuration of one white, two yellow, and one purple, Ye Wen still had to treat him with utmost seriousness.
Perhaps affected by his snail-type Martial Soul, the eldest trafficker spoke slowly and haltingly. He gave a low chuckle.
"Not bad, kid. You're quite capable. Once we catch you, we won't torment you too much.
So give us your answer. Will you let us catch you obediently, or will we beat you senseless first and catch you afterward?"
"You fat bastard, come at us if you've got the guts! Do you really think Sister Xiao Wu is afraid of you?"
Xiao Wu spoke up boldly. She realized that she had broken her agreement with Ye Wen and might even have placed all three of them in danger. So she simply went all in, insulting the other