The moment had come!
Lan Yinyin crouched low, ready to rush out and save someone.
Just then, a figure flashed past her, one step ahead.
Without a word, they pulled Zhan Qipei away.
It was her!
Damn Qiao Jing!
She could have come earlier or later, but she chose this very moment to interfere, ruining Lan Yinyin's plan!
Good!
Very good!
This time she was seeking her own death, perfect for avenging the last time.
Upon this thought, Lan Yinyin's expression twisted ferociously as she gestured towards the assassins.
Kill her!
She couldn't kill Zhan Qipei, but she could kill Qiao Jing.
Zhan Qipei clung tightly to Qiao Jing's hand and wouldn't let go.
"You—" Before he could finish his word, Qiao Jing interrupted him.
"You are badly injured, don't talk."
Zhan Qipei knew well the prowess of these assassins, he was glad that Qiao Jing was willing to save him, but it also put her in danger.
"I'm fine, you should run now."
