The group of martial artists was pushed to the rooftop edge.
They looked at Zhang Beixing, who was standing on the street with his horse.
At first, the group of martial artists was startled, seemingly unable to believe that Zhang Beixing had come alone as promised to rescue them.
Then they felt touched.
Afterwards, they realized something and showed a resolute expression.
They wanted to warn Zhang Beixing.
But with their mouths stuffed with cloth, they struggled for a long time, only managing to utter a meaningless moan before being dragged away.
"What do you want to do?"
Zhang Beixing looked at William and asked.
Upon hearing this, William smiled slightly, "Isn't it clear what we want to do?"
"But before that, there's something we need to resolve."
"Grandmaster Zhang, you're not being honest; you have a bunch of little tails following you."
"That doesn't comply with our initial agreement, does it?"
William said with a grin while looking at Zhang Beixing.
