In the next moment, he composed himself, cast aside all doubt, and roared once again in Xia Liang's direction.
"Kid, are you deaf? This is a robbery!"
And this time, Xia Liang finally turned around slowly, smiling at the group.
Only then did the others get a clear look at him. Xia Liang was leaning against a tombstone, a faint smile on his face. His eyes held not a shred of fear, which, combined with the dark surroundings, was unnervingly eerie.
Xia Liang then spoke casually, "In this bright and clear universe, under the broad daylight... a robbery?"
Upon hearing his words, many of the men instinctively looked up at the sky, which was not bright and clear at all, but a pitch-black night.
Is this kid blind? Or does this night seem like daytime to him? What on earth is wrong with this person?
At this thought, several of the men swallowed nervously.
