The street was dim.
The doors of the houses on either side were tightly shut.
Countless eyes cautiously peered through cracks in the doors at the man in the street.
His powerful presence and terrifying killing intent made the residents inside tremble involuntarily.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
Leather boots stepped through the snow at an unhurried pace.
Thirteen led the way, with two men close behind him.
One had a green crew cut and gold earrings.
The other wore purple robes, with three long staffs tucked into his belt.
Both were about Thirteen's age.
"Hey, honey, we're here, we're here. Don't worry, I won't take any risks."
Thirteen, who had looked imposing a moment earlier, instantly broke into a smile after answering the phone. "Yes, yes, you're right, honey. I'm a family man now. No risks, no risks."
"I specifically brought Little Cat and Tian Yangsheng this time, and the old man's outside the city backing us up."
"Yes, I know. If I die, there'll be nobody to wash your panties."
Thirteen cupped the phone with one hand, quietly soothing the woman on the other end.
Little Cat's surging fighting spirit instantly fizzled out. He looked back at the people inside the houses on either side.
"I feel like... these Alien Races suddenly aren't afraid of us anymore."
"Who'd be afraid of a panty maniac?" The purple-robed man beside Little Cat rolled his eyes speechlessly. "He'd barely finished acting cool before giving himself away."
"What do you know?" Thirteen turned back and snapped irritably, "You carry four sticks around, but I've never fucking seen you stick one in a woman."
"I devote myself to martial arts..." The other man touched the three short staffs at his waist, his face reddening.
"Hey, honey, I'm there." Thirteen slowly raised his head and looked