"I'm well aware of that, Colorful Clothes," said the man on the horse in front, a sliver of blood flashing in his eyes as he turned to look back. A chill, like a net, enveloped the clean-faced soldier behind him.
"There's no way I would, of course not. This time, with you, Black King, leading the mission, and me responsible for intercepting, that Zhou Ping'an won't have a chance to escape." The clean-faced soldier shivered, showing a fawning smile.
Despite his youthful appearance, he affected an oddly delicate demeanor.
Seeing this made the leading Black King feel slightly nauseous. He didn't want to look any longer.
The two of them had used a technique to deceive the heavens and disguise themselves as messengers. Wu Tietui, who led the group, of course noticed nothing.
He hadn't even realized that the team of five at the start had somehow become three, as if bewitched.
