In a flash, they had exchanged thirty to fifty blows, completely evenly matched.
After watching for a moment, Fang Yue shook his head.
Although the fight was intense and a victor was difficult to determine, the black market merchant looked relaxed and nonchalant. It was clear he still had an ace up his sleeve.
As for the blue-robed youth and the wealthy young master, one was injured and the other wasn't strong enough. They clearly wouldn't be of much help.
Sure enough, a few moments later.
Another man from the black market merchant's side joined the fray.
Outnumbered two to one, the charioteer was at a disadvantage within just a few moves.
Seeing this, the wealthy young master's brow furrowed. The previously relaxed expression on his face instantly turned ugly.
'I can't believe there's such an expert among this group of men in black.'
