Ye Mingyu muttered outside, "How come there's not a single person."
A gust of wind slightly lifted the curtain of the carriage, and without reason, Jiang Li's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Turning a corner, they were at Green Stone Lane. Despite the familiarity of the street, a foreboding feeling suddenly surged in Jiang Li's heart. She called out, "Uncle!"
"What's up, A..." Ye Mingyu's "Li" had barely left his mouth when a cold voice sliced through the air. His reaction was also incredibly fast. Without thinking, he drew his sword and blocked behind him, and a loud "clang" echoed as his sword clashed with another.
Several dark shadows leaped out from the eaves, moving with lightning speed, blending almost completely with the night, and they pounced towards the carriage from all directions, their sword points aimed straight at Jiang Li!
"Protect Miss Biao!" Ye Mingyu only had time to shout this before entangling with these black-clothed assassins.
