De repente, un silbido llenó el patio y alguien en el negro habló: "¡Gato Viejo!"
Zhou Fei se tensó. Aunque no entendía la lengua del negro, a juzgar por la situación, probablemente Break Army había regresado.
El cuchillo Danyan de Yang Jin se movió tan rápido que parecía caer como perlas en un platillo; iba a romper el muro de asesinos de Mingfeng.
Ku Dan estaba listo para intervenir, pero Zhou Fei intervino inmediatamente: "Gracias, hermana Ku Dan. ¡Has trabajado duro!"
Al decir esto, no solo se movió en la jerarquía familiar, sino que también reveló su posición.
Zhou Fei deslizó rápidamente hacia abajo del tejado y se agachó junto a una ventana; justo cuando ocultaba su cuerpo, un guardia subió al tejado, buscando por todas partes, pero sin éxito. La sombra de la cubierta lo impedía ver.
Ku Dan frunció el ceño.
Cao Ning no había revelado sus sospechas antes para evitar una situación peor; ahora que Zhou Fei lo había hecho, Cao Ning debía actuar primero; ya sabía que protegía a Break Army y que Ku Dan también estaba al tanto de sus sospechas. Ambos temían la traición.
Los guardias de Cao Ning se arremolinaron sobre Ku Dan.
Simultáneamente, una figura negra saltó hacia el centro del patio...
Zhou Fei sabía que cuando Break Army entrara, ella perdería; sin dudarlo, rompió la ventana y corrió hacia Cao Ning. Los dos guardias de Cao Ning se sorprendieron y giraron para enfrentarla con sus espadas, pero las estaban atrapando en su array flotante de larvas.Zhou Fei sent a glance at Li Sheng, who stood stiffly by. The sudden change in events had left everyone in the room stunned. Her heart pounded fiercely in her chest, but she took several deep breaths and scanned their faces. Only then did she address Yang Jin with a smile: "Thank you, Brother Yang for your help. We even out."
Yang Jin was speechless.
What shameless scoundrel dared to steal the fruits!
Zhou Fei stepped on the chair that had been knocked over by Cao Ning earlier and, using her strength, grabbed the back of North End King's neck, forcing him to raise his head. She then turned to Lu Yao Guang: "North Star Breaker? Looks like I got there first."
Lu Yao Guang's eyes twitched. He murmured under his breath, "Good courage."
At that moment, Zhou Fei intuitively understood how to read someone’s expression. Her gaze swept over Lu Yao Guang's grim face; she knew her gamble had paid off.
In this war rife with treachery, the knife in her hand was a true stabilizing force. This thought calmed her rapidly racing heart.
Zhou Fei raised an eyebrow and said with double meaning: "My courage isn't great, nor are my martial skills. Today’s success is all thanks to Lady Kòu."
Lu Yao Guang's stern gaze turned towards Kòu Dan.
Seeing that she was not playing the role of a provocateur but hitting straight at the heart, Kòu Dan sneered, "A brilliant move, leaving me with no words to defend myself. You are good, Zhou Fei. I never expected you, a mere yellow-haired girl, would defeat me."
"An overpraise," Zhou Fei quickly smiled and lowered her head towards Cao Ning, "North End King, do you want to die or retreat?"
Cao Ning remained composed despite the fear that should have paralyzed him. He even managed a cold smile beneath the icy walls of Wàng Chūn Mountain: "Miss..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he felt pain in his throat and was unable to speak.
Lu Yao Guang immediately turned pale and shouted, "You dare!"
Zhou Fei tightened her grip for a moment before loosening it. With ease, she cut open North End King's neck with her long blade.
She said expressionlessly, "North End King, I know you are clever. I am just an inexperienced wild girl; I don't wish to compete with you on who is more cunning. Therefore, besides answering my questions, you should do nothing else."
Lu Yao Guang growled coldly: "If North End King loses a single hair, your entire Fourty-Eight Camp will face the same fate—no one will survive and all their clans will be exterminated. Do you believe me?"
"Of course," Zhou Fei said with utmost sincerity. "Why else would you be here? Isn't it now a battle instead of a toast at the summit? If North End King doesn’t lose a hair, can we expect to live? The difference between life or death isn't much; it won't delay our reincarnation."