Suddenly, a figure appeared atop the Qin Family's courtyard wall.
He was tall and slim, dressed in jade-colored long robes. Backlit by the moon, his features were indistinct; his face, however, was as pale as snow, and his eyes glinted sharply.
"It's the White-faced Flying Fox!"
The guards in the Qin Family courtyard noticed this uninvited guest and let out angry roars, filling the air with a murderous aura.
The white-faced young man stood on the wall, his hands clasped behind his back. He looked at Qin Yu and laughed, "Miss Qin Yu, the three-day deadline is here, and I, Lu, have come as promised. I didn't expect you to come out to greet me personally; I feel greatly honored."
Fear flickered in Qin Yu's beautiful eyes, and her delicate body trembled slightly. Unconsciously, she took two steps closer to Luo Feng.
"Don't worry. Leave it to me." Luo Feng's gaze was firm as he positioned Qin Yu behind him.
