"Ruanruan, no one is allowed in here."
In response to Fu Yuhua's hysterics.
Fu Chi didn't show any emotion; his gaze landed on the girl in front of him. She stood there, her face expressionless, but her calmness somehow signaled an impending storm.
Jiang Ruan instantly understood his meaning.
She whispered softly, "Fu Chi, you go out first."
There were some things she didn't want him to see.
Fu Chi silently stared at her, after a long pause, he finally said, "Qian Yu, take care of these assassins."
The moment his words fell.
The glass window behind Jiang Ruan was instantly shattered; tiny blades flew in through the cracks and in the blink of an eye, embedded directly in the necks of the assassins who hadn't had time to react.
Piercing through flesh, arterial blood spattered, pinning them to the wall behind.
The assassins stared in disbelief, then fell dead the next second.
The force, speed, and control ...
