Dawn was approaching.
Xiao Jin and Xue Yinzhou finally returned.
Both of them were injured, having clearly been through a fierce battle, and they even dealt with a few assassins on the way back.
Xiao Jin shook his aching fist, gritting his teeth, "Damn it, that sneaky fox got away!"
Xue Yinzhou looked even more grim, deeply resenting not being able to kill the fox himself.
His long snake tail swept, throwing the bloodied Qiu Yang into the room, and he looked at Shen Tang on the bed, "What to do with him, you decide."
"It's all this old geezer's fault for pulling a stunt midway!" Xiao Jin angrily kicked Qiu Yang, unwillingly saying, "Otherwise, we'd have already caught that dead fox!"
Xue Yinzhou and Shen Li were both at the Tenth Rank, equally matched in strength. Adding Xiao Jin, they were on their home turf, catching Shen Li should have been a sure thing, but that old fox came to cause trouble, making them return empty-handed. Damn it!
