Tourists scattered in panic, leaving only eight or nine strong men. They removed their disguises, revealing black outfits and brandishing traditional Chinese sabers, glaring fiercely at Si Zhan and his group.
Xiao Jingji and Yun Li the painter quickly hid under a table. Si Zhan pushed Yuan Bi aside and strode towards Ning Wanwan, who turned and ran towards him.
“Attack!” the black-clothed men shouted, rushing forward.
Yuan Bi swiftly eliminated two assassins, prompting the others to disperse and surround him, clearly intent on eliminating this guard to reach Si Zhan.
Si Zhan pulled Ning Wanwan behind him, coldly staring at the attackers, his eyebrows furrowing. In the ensuing battle, Yuan Bi took down several more assassins.
Ning Wanwan suddenly remembered Fu Yi and looked around, finally spotting her standing near a table, terrified and motionless. At that moment, she noticed Xiao Jingji, also under the table, coldly staring at Fu Yi while drawing a traditional saber.
“Fu Yi! Watch out!” Ning Wanwan shouted.
Fu Yi blankly turned her head, fearfully finding Ning Wanwan, her face pale as she stood frozen in terror.
Xiao Jingji raised the knife to stab Fu Yi’s back. Ning Wanwan, anxious, broke free from Si Zhan’s grip and rushed toward Fu Yi, shouting, “Careful behind you, move!”
Fu Yi turned just in time to see the blade inches away but couldn’t retreat. Fortunately, Ning Wanwan pushed Fu Yi aside. However, Xiao Jingji smoothly redirected the blade towards Ning Wanwan’s heart.
As Ning Wanwan rushed toward the sword’s tip, her momentum suddenly halted, and everything spun. The next moment, she was tightly embraced by Si Zhan.
Ning Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief, then heard Si Zhan emit a muffled groan. “Master!” Yuan Bi shouted, then swung his arm, driving his sword through Xiao Jingji’s heart.
With a loud clang, Xiao Jingji fell, blood covering the saber’s tip. An assassin took the chance to stab Yuan Bi’s arm. Enraged, Yuan Bi snapped the assassin’s neck with his bare hands.
However, Si Zhan remained motionless, holding Ning Wanwan.
“Ning Wanwan stared at Si Zhan in terror, trembling, “Uncle, what’s wrong with you?” After a pause, she added, “If you’re in pain, you can lie down.”
No need,” Si Zhan finally said after a while.
Ning Wanwan felt something was wrong. Being stabbed would definitely hurt.
