Although Long Er suffered multiple knife wounds, he was considered a tough man. Seeing Shen Zuimo holding off two formidable assassins, he didn't think much and immediately rushed back to the residence to guard Mr. Consul closely.
And just at this moment, a silhouette suddenly jumped down from above. Seeing the unfamiliar figure, Long Er immediately shouted and attacked.
"Bastard, come get your death!"
Xiaofan, driven by longing and care, had no time to bother with this guy.
He noticed someone attacking him, exerted force in his wrist, and a cold light shimmered.
The breath of death spread around Long Er. He suddenly felt a terror of despair beyond measure.
In front of such overwhelming power, he felt so insignificant. This person? Who is he? Could it be that the consul has already died at his hands?
"Mr. Consul is upstairs, hurry up, make way..."
The blade suddenly stopped, and Xiaofan realized in time that the other was not an enemy, so he withdrew his hand.
