"There are only three of us here. Do you really need to say all that high-minded nonsense?" Xiao Ying sneered.
"She does have a point. If I'm your only witness, you still won't be able to completely clear yourself of suspicion, will you, buddy?"
The caregiver tried to reason with him carefully.
He really did think Lu Bai had that in mind. Of course, part of the reason he'd spoken up was to protect himself.
"A witness? Uncle, if he really attacked me, do you think he'd let you go?"
Xiao Ying first warned the caregiver, then turned to Lu Bai and continued, "Are you really planning to use him as a witness? Deathmatchers can't trust each other. I don't want to put it that way, but it's the truth."
Lu Bai didn't seem to react at all.
The caregiver, on the other hand, flushed with anger. "You're making things up! Don't listen to her trying to drive a wedge between us, buddy."
"Enough."
Lu Bai raised a hand and pressed it down, signaling for them to quiet down.
Then he pulled out his phone, checked the time, and muttered, "Do they have no sense of time at all?"
Suddenly, a woman's voice came from the shadows of the alley.
"We're not late."
Soon, several figures emerged from the shadows, led by a tall woman.
She wore thin-framed glasses and had the air of a cultured, mature woman.
Seeing this, Xiao Ying immediately sensed something was wrong and blurted out, "What's going on? Deathmatchers?"
Lu Bai clearly wasn't unfamiliar with this group that had suddenly appeared. To be precise, they were the ones he'd been waiting for.
He walked toward the cultured woman. "You haven't been hunting lately, have you?"
"You don't need to doubt us. We sincerely want to