Fei Erya watched as Fan Qianshu fought off so many people on his own, his hand clenched tightly, and his palm was full of sweat.
At this moment, Fan Qianshu was not in a good situation either. These people truly were as he expected, not just petty robbers. Judging by their skills, they seemed more like professional assassins.
Thinking this, Fan Qianshu's face darkened even more.
He didn't know who wanted his life, but...his life wasn't so easy to take.
Fan Qianshu's moves became increasingly fierce. Even though he was outnumbered, he wasn't losing in terms of momentum. His reckless fighting style actually made the opponents somewhat apprehensive.
But ultimately, the enemy had more people. Although Fan Qianshu had good skills, he wasn't gaining any advantage, and the group was in a deadlock.
But this situation was quickly broken.
The leader directly pulled out a dagger from his chest and thrust it toward Fan Qianshu.
