"You are... the instructor of the Huaxia Fire Phoenix, Xue An?" Chekhov lost all color in his face.
Xue An nodded lightly, a faint smile on his lips, "I'm pleased you still remember me, Mr. Chekhov!"
Chekhov was profoundly shaken.
How could he have suddenly appeared here?
And wasn't he captured by the werewolves along with the members of the Fire Phoenix?
At this moment, the other people in the room also showed drastic changes in their expressions.
"Dare to intrude upon the military's forbidden ground, come, someone drag this fellow out!" a general bellowed furiously.
But in response to him, there was only dead silence.
Xue An smiled faintly, "Sorry, I forgot to tell you, the guards outside have already been taken care of by me!"
What?
The faces of everyone present turned extremely ugly.
Chekhov snorted coldly, "Xue An, what do you want to do?"
No sooner had his words fallen than, with a casual wave of Xue An's hand, a sword light severed one of Chekhov's arms.
