The man in black was stunned. He did not expect the other party to be so powerful. He easily broke his ninja knife with just two fingers.
However, just as Jiang Guanchao counterattacked, his figure strangely disappeared again.
Jiang Guanchao looked around coldly without any panic.
He calmly picked up the wine glass on the stone table and weighed it in his hand. He closed his eyes and suddenly shot into the depths of the night in the southeast.
With a muffled groan, a figure fell from the tall tree.
A trace of surprise flashed across Yun Shuang's eyes.
Jiang Guanchao's martial arts… impressed her again.
The two of them arrived at the place where the person fell. One of the man's hamstrings had been cut by Jiang Guanchao's cup, and he could no longer use the Japanese Secret Technique.
"Who sent you?"
Jiang Guanchao asked from above.
The man said nothing.
Yun Shuang wanted to pinch his chin.
