Chang San stared at the fatty with a ferocious look in his eyes, and was about to snap the latter's neck.
However, Feng Wu stopped him. "Hold it."
Chang San glanced at Feng Wu in resignation.
He realized that his new master had a very different style from His Royal Highness.
If it were up to His Royal Highness, these assassins would be annihilated with a snap of his fingers. He would never bother to talk to them.
However, Chang San had made a blood oath to give his allegiance to Feng Wu, and he could only leave the fatty alone for the time being, despite his reluctance.
At the same time.
The shorty stared at Feng Wu so hard that his eyes popped out.
How was that even possible?!
What a terrifying man!
The shorty finally knew why his tall colleague had screamed like that in Lady Xuanji's room.
It had to be this capable man's doing!
At that thought, the shorty turned to flee.
