BANG! BANG! BANG!
Six figures, seething with killing intent, burst through the window. They landed steadily on the second-floor floorboards, their eyes instantly locking onto the figure by the window—Jiangchuan Bridge, clad in a wide black robe and a hat with a hanging veil.
The restaurant fell deathly silent. The patrons were frozen in fear.
The bald leader of the Huashan Three Monsters sized up the disguised figure and sneered.
"Boy, you really gave us a hard time finding you! Almost let you slip away right under our noses. Nice getup, but this is as far as you go!"
Jiangchuan Bridge silently cursed Chen Qing's cunning. 'He actually used a vicious ploy, wounding himself to escape and leading his pursuers right to me.'
Though he looked down on these six, exposing his identity as a member of the Demon Sect here would bring endless trouble.
He suppressed his rage and tried to explain.
