The air burst into a roaring sound instantly.
Pei Jinye's figure appeared squarely in front of Jiang Suhu, the young man who had just hung up the phone seemed somewhat surprised by Pei Jinye's decisiveness. However, the mocking indifference that leaked from the depths of his eyes clearly amused him at Pei Jinye's overestimation of himself.
"Kill him quickly, don't delay the important matters," he said.
He dropped this sentence and, together with the elderly man in Tang suit next to him, brushed shoulders as they passed by.
And just at that moment, the tall woman who had blocked Pei Jinye's attack playfully pointed at Pei Jinye with her pitch-black long fingernails, "Practiced hard qigong? Your body sure is tough, I couldn't even break through it. You really surprised me... It's a pity I don't have time to play with you today."
However, the woman's teasing words were not yet finished.
Pei Jinye suddenly lunged forward, charging at Jiang Suhu who was preparing to retreat.
