The sky gradually brightened a little.
Dawn had arrived.
It was already early morning.
The cold, biting autumn wind, carrying the scent of the sea, howled in the air.
Captain Fang stood tall, his black large cloak fluttering in the wind, holding a sword and standing at a high point.
Surveying the surroundings.
A trace of impatience flashed in his eyes: Why haven't they arrived yet?
In his ear came Fang Che's message: "Someone is coming."
"No need for you to say it."
Sun Wutian was even more annoyed; before he had the chance to act, assassins had already arrived.
This play had so many twists and turns! Damn it!
In the rising sea mist, two ghostly figures suddenly appeared from the fog, silently brandishing two swords, charging at Captain Fang from the left and right.
These were two assassins, who hurried over upon hearing the action here, then saw Captain Fang standing at the highest point like a target.
The experts guarding the Guardian Hall below were all busy.
