Gu Che and the others looked at each other, all clueless about what had just happened. Yet they knew for sure someone had assisted them; otherwise, that knife would have certainly landed on Wan Hongxuan. Scanning the surroundings, they caught sight of Qinghe, standing there with an elegant and composed poise, showing no signs of surprise, and they had a clue.
The man who had been standing outside the crowd squinted, a sharp glint in his eyes, and followed Gu Che's gaze to the girl who had previously caught his attention. A subtle smile played on his lips, his eyelids slightly lowered, his thoughts unreadable.
Gu Che and his friends all bore minor injuries, none too serious, merely superficial wounds. Now, seeing the situation, they were uncertain how to proceed, should they just leave or take the injured to the hospital?
