This Nangong Changhe truly is ambitious and deceitful, actually coming up with such a treacherous technique. Once the opportunity arises, he must not be allowed to live well.
When he saw the man raise the knife, ready to act, Ling Zhenfei wanted to rush in, but then suddenly realized something. The only ones speaking were the man with the knife and Song Jiahui.
The middle-aged couple beside Song Jiahui remained silent. Reasonably, they should also be afraid and beg for mercy at this point, but these two were expressionless.
In fact, they even had the look of watching a show, which made Ling Zhenfei pause, suddenly feeling a chill down his spine.
Suppressing the impulse to rush in, he remembered Chen Qian's words, wondering if behind that door was another trap set by Nangong Changhe.
The man's knife was raised and brought down but missed hitting Song Jiahui, slicing through nothing.
At this moment, Number One spoke.
"Not bad, not bad, your performances earlier were good."
