Though not a single word had been spoken, Meng Zhao and the others—including the child Chen Tai and the middle-aged steward—understood perfectly well that these two men had come for them.
More precisely, they had come for Meng Zhao. After blocking their path, the two imposing men kept their eyes fixed on Meng Zhao, not sparing anyone else so much as a glance.
Ever since following Meng Zhao, Niu Dali had reined in his arrogant, unbridled fierceness. Compared to the Unrestrained and Lawless Killer by Reputation he had once been, he was far more even-tempered and far more steady. Unless necessary, he would generally not start killing.
The reason was simple. There was now a mountain in his heart. He feared that one day, should he say or do something wrong, Meng Zhao would grow suspicious of him or come to despise him, bringing unforeseen danger upon him. Thus, he no longer dared act as freely as he once had.
But when faced with such roadblocks, his temper naturally could not remain good. He immediately stepped forward, taking the initiative to cut off the two men's powerful, tyrannical auras. His stalwart, muscular body resembled an ancient Demon Ox, his strength terrifying, his gaze vicious and ruthless, his expression cold as he said,
"The place is so big. Is there nowhere else you can go? Yet you chose to block our way. Looking to pick a fight?"
His voice was not loud. At least, beyond the two groups, the passing pedestrians barely noticed it.
Yet to the two men blocking the road, it sounded like a succession of explosive bursts of gang qi—like thunder cracking across a clear sky, like meteoric fire raining down. Their ears rang and buzzed from the terrifyingly powerful sound waves.
Had they not both possessed profound