Gong Zhiyu possessed the art of verbal seduction, and Duanmu Hongru had almost carelessly fallen into Gong Zhiyu's trap. He clearly meant to take Gong Zhiyu's life, but for no reason had stopped his attack and started talking to Gong Zhiyu,
In the midst of a battle, this was a death wish.
"Many thanks, Brother Meng." Duanmu Hongru's back was covered with cold sweat. If the surrounding members of Zhai Xing Lou had not been completely killed, he would have lost his life while they had trapped him.
Meng Fusheng shook his head. "That Gong Zhiyu is very wily. Don't listen to him, just act."
Duanmu Hongru immediately nodded. With Meng Fusheng, the two of them charged at the carriage in concert.
Gong Zhiyu sensed their aura. He suddenly leapt up from the carriage and flew to the carriage roof. He kept his hand, that was bleeding non-stop, behind him. He calmly looked at Duanmu Hongru and Meng Fusheng, who surrounded him.
