Chapter 137: Miscalculation
Cheng Jiuhe saw her playfully calling him dad, and his heart softened a bit. He reached out to touch her hair,
"Be careful next time!"
Mengyu stuck out her tongue: "Yes, Daddy!"
At twelve-thirty, more people arrived at the black market. Leading them was an old teacher, followed by two burly men, obviously bodyguards.
Mengyu's heart raced; these two bodyguards were Martial Artists. Moreover, she estimated that both of them were stronger than her brother, at least High-level Martial Artists!
Whereas she herself was merely a Second-level Martial Artist. As for Immortal Cultivation, she was only at Gathering Essence First Layer, her combat ability at this stage was even inferior to a Martial Artist.
For some reason, Mengyu had a premonition that these people were here for her.
Cheng Jiuhe also became alert.
The middle-aged man who had been collecting booth fees from Mengyu hurried to greet them: "Old Sir Wu, you've come yourself."
