Leng Changrui remained silent, but his sharp gaze pierced through them, causing everyone's heart to tremble and their bodies to shake involuntarily.
That man's eyes were too penetrating, too pressuring, too terrifying.
If they hadn't heard the man, Xiao Yao, speak, they likely would have thought him mute.
Without a word, just a look was enough to convey authority and pressure, so what kind of aura would he exude if he spoke?
Shui Youran said, "Xiao Yaoyao, why don't you try spraying that stuff from last night again? We can't just stand here waiting to be dragged away by them." Shui Youran's suggestion mirrored the thoughts of the others.
This time, Xiao Yao didn't trouble them any further and nodded, "Then I'll spray you first to see if there's any effect." This implied she also wasn't sure about the effect. After saying this, she rummaged through her bag, took out the spray, and tossed it to Shui Youran.
