All of a sudden, they saw pitch-black muzzles. Only Chen Meng'er, who was standing in the middle, had her hands behind her back. It was as if she did not see the muzzles aimed at her.
On the other hand, the snow-white wolf sensed a dangerous aura. His originally supple white fur suddenly stood up, and his back arched, as if he was ready to attack at any moment.
"Who are you? How did you break in?" The bald man with a scar on his face demanded.
"You don't need to know who we are. What you need to know is the purpose of our visit today," Chen Meng'er said coldly.
The bald man with a scar on his face asked Zhou Yunjie. He didn't expect that the person who answered him would be the little girl next to him who looked harmless.
"Purpose? Are you here to save people?" The bald man with a scar didn't say anything. Instead, a middle-aged man with a rather wretched appearance followed Chen Meng'er's words and asked.
