Zheng Fan felt that these assassins possessed no professional ethics or ambition. If you're here to assassinate someone, then just do it! Why make all this noise and fuss? And if you're going to fuss, why shout the target's name so clearly, as if afraid others wouldn't know? It just puts me in an incredibly awkward position right now.
Hui Wenzu and Zheng Fan locked eyes for a full three seconds; their long-awaited reunion was cut short by this sudden assassination attempt before any joyful sparks could even fly.
Hui Wenzu himself was utterly bewildered, so much so that he couldn't tell if he should be thanking Zheng Fan or scolding him. Words caught in his throat, unable to escape yet impossible to swallow.
"Protect the Commander!" Zheng Fan, having seen his share of the world, immediately drew his sword and shouted to Hui Wenzu's personal guards.
