"Protect yourselves, don't follow me."
Chen Ping held a long blade in his hand, dragging his left leg, with his hair hanging down in front, only revealing a pair of sharp eyes, slowly moving forward.
This was the persona he had established in front of others—disheveled hair and a limp in one leg.
Everyone who heard about him knew him as such.
Of course, it was also early preparation for his escape route.
If one does not plan for the future, there will surely be immediate worries.
Even when intent on killing, Chen Ping didn't forget to showcase his unique persona.
Seeing Chen Ping holding a blade, exuding murderous intent, passersby felt an inexplicable chill while walking down the street.
Upon looking back, their hearts filled with alarm, they hurriedly stepped aside.
"It's Tian Qi!"
"This cripple dares to come here, it's a perfect opportunity for us to earn merit."
Someone shouted, rushing over.
