C40 (2/2)

For some unknown reason, whenever Wei Yi faced Wangchuan, Wangchuan felt that his heart had suddenly become sluggish for an instant.

Perhaps the sandalwood fragrance in the air was causing one's heart to feel intoxicated.

Wei Yi suddenly frowned as he looked at Wu Chuan, his face blushing red like he was looking for a different person.

Suddenly, with a ”whoosh” sound, Mister Feng frowned and caught a needle between his fingers as he looked at Wei Yi. With a light cry, he slammed the table and rose to his feet, ”Not good, there's a trick!”

Wu Chuan was on the verge of falling asleep after hearing this. His expression was suddenly pulled back and his eyes were wide open. Before the three of them could take any action, a group of people had already rushed in.

Wangchuan's mind heated up. The dagger in his hand had already left its scabbard, blocking Wei Yi and Mister Feng behind him. ”Long live, be careful!”

Behind him, Mister Feng's face was filled with shock as he glanced at Wei Yi. Wei Yi lightly nodded his head, as if to say, ”We'll make a move when she turns out to be unable to continue any longer.”

Mr Feng raised his eyebrows with a look of disbelief on his face.

He'd seen scumbags, but he'd never seen someone as scumbag as Wei Yi.

When they saw that Wu Chuan had rushed to the front, they were also stunned for a moment. However, they quickly returned to normal and rushed straight towards him.

With lightning speed, Wu Chuan pulled up the tablecloth, and the teapot and teacup on the table fell to the ground. In an instant, there was a loud crackling sound as Wu Chuan threw the tablecloth towards the group.

Then, while these people were out of sight, his speed was astonishing.

Although he had been idle for a while, his skills were not bad. He only had the time to drink a cup of tea. Almost all of the ten people who rushed in had their butts cut off, and they were extremely quick and accurate.

The remaining person looked at Wu Chuan, who was holding a bloodstained dagger but did not have a single drop of blood on his body. He was so scared that his legs were trembling.

As he gazed upon Wei Yi who was standing behind Wu Chuan, his fear had yet to subside.

Mister Feng, who was beside Wei Yi, had a face full of fear as well. Looking at Wei Yi's calm face, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, swallowing the shock that was on his face.

Forgetfulness saw that the person in front of him was not prepared to run away, so he threw a knife straight at his throat. There was a silent sound, then, a ”pa” sound, an extremely heavy sound, that was the sound of the person falling down.

The expression on Mister Feng's face could no longer hold. He opened the folding fan on his waist and placed it in front of his face, ”Qian Jin, I still have some matters to attend to. I will be leaving first.”

However, before he could even take a step out of the arena, he was pulled back alive by Wei Yi. He heard a voice that could only be heard by two people saying, ”They haven't even finished watching the show, how did they leave?”

With an extremely wronged expression, he couldn't even leave if he wanted to.

If he had known that this would happen, no matter what Wei Yi said, he wouldn't have come. Wasn't this clearly trying to scam him?

Feng Po wanted to cry, but he had no tears.

Why was it that even though he knew exactly what sort of person Wei Yi was, he still came to drive away his head? These people were all people that he had ”recruited soldiers to hire horses” recently. Even though there were only a dozen or so of them, they were all his recent efforts … Why did it all disappear in just a cup of tea's worth of time!

However, an abnormal sound suddenly rang out in his ears. Feng Ming lifted the folding fan in his hand without thinking and put down the silver needles that had shot into his ears. He turned his head to look outside the window and yelled: ”It's not a group!”

He should have known something was wrong when he caught the silver needle, but he was too slow to react. How could he have known that his people could use silver needles? More importantly, they were aimed at him …

After hearing his words, Wei Yi's expression changed as well.

Wu Chuan looked confused, the dagger in his hand was still dripping blood.

Before the three of them could react, they had already shot flying darts. All of them were fast and accurate, scattering out from the surroundings. Fortunately, the three of them were quite agile.

Very quickly, Wu Chuan flipped the table over, raised it up and stepped back.

At this time, Feng Po was stunned. He directly shouted: ”You woman, your strength is too great!”