Slap.
Lin Xin's right hand flashed like lightning, and with a back and forth movement, he already had a bamboo chopstick in his hand.
Liu Zong was also about to make a move. Although the chopstick was used for a sneak attack and its speed and strength were nothing unusual, just ordinary external martial arts, he was a step too slow. Realizing he was being attacked, he instantly became furious and stood up abruptly.
"Who!"
"Me!"
The woman cooperated, quickly standing up in response.
Liu Zong's hand fiercely gripped the sword handle, and the people next to him also stood up, staring fiercely at the woman and her companions.
"A sneak attack from the shadows, I think you're looking for...." His harsh words were cut off as Lin Xin raised his hand to stop him.
Lin Xin slowly stood up, facing the woman and the lama.
"This time, my friend might have said something offensive, please forgive us a lot."
