After what felt like an eternity, the waiter wiped his neck, relieved to find his head still attached. Having wet himself in fear, he scrambled back to his post.
"How could you possibly be unharmed?!" Beside Ning Xuan, Yin the Fourth, who had been pouring wine, had a look of utter shock on his face. The other three men clutched their weapons, their eyes locked on Ning Xuan.
A dazzling flash of sword light was their answer.
Four heads went flying.
Clearly, Wu Pianpian has already killed their other three brothers. Trying to learn her whereabouts from them is pointless. Ning Xuan couldn't be bothered to waste any more words. After the slaughter, he walked straight toward the exit. The other patrons snapped back to reality. They exchanged glances, but no one dared to make a move.
At the door, Ning Xuan took the initiative to place a Heavenly Crystal on the counter and apologized softly, "Sorry for the disturbance, boss."
