However.
Just as Mu Feichen was trembling and retreating, looking for a chance to sneak away.
A piercing cold gaze, like a sharp sword, shot over and landed on him.
He instantly gasped, his breath caught, and his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, unable to lift.
"Mu Gongzi, where are you heading?" Lin Fan smiled faintly, yawning as he spoke.
In a swish.
Everyone's eyes, including Lan Yunwei and Zhu Qilue, were on Mu Feichen.
Originally, he was no more than ten steps away from Lin Fan.
Now, he was already at the doorway of the Biao Bureau!
His posture clearly showed he wanted to escape!
The darts masters were dumbfounded, looking perplexed. What did the Young Master mean? Was he intending to abandon them and flee alone? While it's not entirely wrong, their mission was to ensure the Young Master's safety.
But.
Silently escaping like this doesn't seem right.
Completely treating them like cannon fodder.
