The black-clad man still tried to struggle, attempting to resist with his Inner Strength.
Yet before he could mobilize it, he was already dizzy, fiercely thrown to the ground by Gentle, in agony.
However, the assassins that appeared this time were far more than anticipated.
Mo Duxing stood with his sword, looking towards the black-clad men rushing from the end of the corridor, his eyes narrowed slightly, pressing the sword handle with one hand as if intending to strike.
He was directly pulled by Bian City and flung behind:
"Senior brother, don't mess around."
In the midst of speaking, he swept his palms horizontally and pushed forward fiercely.
These few people came and left quickly, disappearing to the end of the corridor in the blink of an eye.
He turned back to Chu Qing:
"Third Young Master, should we break through?"
This group of black-clad men clearly had a purpose for coming; staying here was inappropriate.
