"How many of them are there, approximately?" Mingshu asked.
Yu Tan had paid close attention previously and, after pondering for a moment, answered, "Around thirty, all martial artists except for that Staff Officer."
Mingshu clicked her tongue, the number wasn't particularly high, but it wasn't low either.
They couldn't win in a fight, so they had to see if they could find an opportunity to escape.
The two losers racked their brains together for a long time but couldn't come up with any reliable plan.
Mingshu thought to herself: Nothing in this world is difficult for one who sets their mind to give up.
She patted Yu Tan on the shoulder, her tone serious, "Forget it, things have come to this, let's eat first."
Yu Tan stared with wide eyes, speechless for a moment.
He found Mingshu was even more composed than he was.
It was truly a case of the Emperor being in no hurry while the eunuch is.
Pfft pfft pfft, he wasn't a eunuch!
The two ended their meeting disheartened.
