Wang Lun charged forward, slashing twice more, and cursed angrily, "Damn it, weren't you acting all high and mighty just now?"
He then swiftly turned and cut down another who was paralyzed with fear, finally feeling relieved.
Turning his gaze towards Jian Wushuang, his eyes revealed admiration.
"Brother Wushuang, your swordsmanship is truly ruthless. If it had been me facing this Hei Si, I would have been entangled in a fight for a while!"
Jian Wushuang shook his head indifferently, "This is nothing. The real opponents are upstairs."
At this moment, Scarred Xuan also ran over, covered in blood, and reported to the two of them, "We've taken care of everyone downstairs. Let's head upstairs!"
Just then, a loud crash came from upstairs.
The reason why those guys hadn't reacted earlier when they started the fight was because, firstly, they acted too quickly, secondly, there was something wrong with the wine, and thirdly, the door was locked.
