"I must have misjudged, allowing you to be my personal guards."
Initially, the two guards were no match for Zheng Yi.
On the surface, they seemed to be working in perfect harmony, with their attacks as relentless as the tide.
In reality, only the two of them knew that they were like insects trapped in a spider's web, desperately struggling to break free.
The one truly in control was this mysterious master of unknown origin.
Yet, Zhao Mingtang persistently cursed and threatened them at this moment. The two felt a mess in their hearts, and their moves gradually lost their form.
The elderly eunuch beside Zhao Mingtang, with a shrill voice, comforted, "Young master, calm down. Don't stoop to the level of those useless fools. If you get upset and harm your health, what would we do?"
While comforting Zhao Mingtang, he also discreetly sent someone away to report the situation.
As they spoke, the outcome of the battle was already decided.
