C518 Dispatching Four Counts
The night was pitch-black, the darkness so thick you couldn't see your own hand in front of your face. Los Angeles felt unusually quiet and desolate, the normally bustling streets now sparsely populated.
Inside the Huang family villa, Ye Xiaofeng continued his cultivation, undisturbed even when Tang Rui entered the room.
Ye Xiaofeng had deliberately shut off his six senses