The Qingyun Team members exchanged glances, and finally clenched their teeth, saying:
"Alright kid, leave your name."
Yang Xiao laughed:
"It seems you're planning for a gentleman's revenge, delaying it ten years, right?"
The Qingyun Team members suddenly looked embarrassed; this so-called field of leaving one's name was obviously an act of cowardice.
"My name's Yang Xiao, Yang of the poplar tree, Xiao of the dragon's roar reaching the nine heavens, from Nanmu City."
"Okay, we'll remember that."
The several people carried Tan Lin's corpse, shooting hateful glances at Yang Xiao, and quickly headed toward the Genetic Store.
Yang Xiao just gave a faint smile, neither bothering to chase nor stop them.
The onlookers also dispersed on their own, with many heading to the Underground River to catch fish.
Luo Manli stood among the crowd, watching Yang Xiao's figure, feeling uneasy inside, and helplessly said to her companions:
"Let's go."
"Manli, where are we going?"
