Long San spoke, almost commanding immediate action, and people were ready to follow him to fight with Hao Jian and Baldy. However, just as the words left his mouth, and before the echo faded, he felt a chilling sensation on his back.
This chill wasn't the kind from the cold air, nor was it from cold weather, especially not in this summer heat. Instead, it was an instinctual chill born from a terrifying fear, or perhaps the aura emanating from a person facing extreme danger—a chilling feeling.
"Want to try again?" Hao Jian stood behind Long San, speaking in a low voice, yet his words reached everyone's ears.
Unconsciously, just in an instant, cold sweat appeared on Long San's face. He quickly commanded, "Don't act rashly, fall back."
To protect his own life now, he could only obey Hao Jian's words, not daring to oppose him. Otherwise, he might just end up playing mahjong with King Yan underground.
