"To think you would dare to bully my own people, you've really got some nerve."
After uttering those words, the man and woman in front of Jih Heng suddenly lunged at him!
It seemed they intended to take advantage of Jih Heng's momentary distraction to launch a sneak attack. The young man's smile grew cold as he opened and closed his fan, blocking the flash of silver heading toward his face. No one knew what material his fan was made of; it appeared soft and delicate, yet it was impervious to blades. Even the attacker's knife couldn't pierce through it. In the next moment, that fan gently swept across the necks of the two attackers, as if a butterfly kissing the blossoms of a newly opened peach tree, soft as a gust of wind.
