Wang Liang looked at Luo Yaling and was startled. This girl was quite the fighter. He glanced somewhere with a strange smile, then continued smoking as if he’d seen nothing.
The madam was truly ingenious. He was full of admiration.
It was about time to retreat before Shen Yixuan could react. This girl wasn’t dead yet? Truly unexpected. Perhaps the madam knew her martial arts weren’t bad, that’s why he was called to assist.
Look at how these experts had been beaten to a pulp. His own skills might not even compare to hers. She was probably on par with Xuan.
“Retreat.”
“Yes.”
“Wait, I’m not done fighting yet!”
Wang Liang ignored her, following the others. He shook his head helplessly, realizing he would have to cover their medical expenses again. This clever couple always left him with a mess. Just when he thought he could rest, a group interrupted him, giving him a headache. They never came without a purpose, and something was definitely up.
“Little Liang! I have something I need your help with. It’s definitely a good thing,” Shen Yiqiang said, mixing good and bad intentions.
“Look, my daughter hasn’t been back for three years. She’s even forgotten about this old man,” Shangguan Zilin added, voice tearful.
He was confused. What was their game? What did this involve with Xuan? Hadn’t Zhuo Ning already returned? A series of questions filled his mind.
“What exactly is going on?”
“Someone has been pestering our daughter, so we want you to teach her a lesson. You know what happened back then…”
Shangguan Zilin became increasingly sad but was interrupted before she could finish.
“Alright, I understand.”
He was ‘invited’ here due to Zhuo Ling’s clinginess back then. She had died before Xuan developed human emotions. However, things were not as he expected, so he agreed to the couple’s request.
What he didn’t anticipate was that they were here to ‘collect the bodies’ of their subordinates. How unlucky to be stuck with them. The girl’s skills were impressive, and he wondered how long that secret could be kept. He hoped he would never find out.
Better not to think too much; the most important thing now was to deal with these ‘wounded’.
