The atmosphere in the VIP box was solemn.
After hearing Lin Kun's hurried account, Zhao Wuji flew into a rage. The violent aura of a Soul Sage nearly blew the entire box apart. "Damn it! What gutter rat dared to set their sights on a Shrek Academy student?! If I catch them, I'll crush every bone in their bodies!"
Flender, meanwhile, mourned the tea table that Zhao Wuji's aura had cracked. "Old Zhao! Take it easy! That needs to be paid for!" But his eyes behind his lenses gleamed as well. "Shadow Blade? An underground assassin organization? Why were they targeting Lin Kun? Could it be because of that Platinum Spirit Ring?" The way he looked at Lin Kun was like he was looking at a walking gold mine.
Grandmaster was the calmest. He held back the agitated Zhao Wuji and asked gravely, "Lin Kun, are you sure they were after you? Could they have mistaken you for someone else? Or... could it be related to some of your previous 'experiences'?" His implication was obvious; he clearly suspected it had something to do with Lin Kun's fortuitous encounter in Fengming Mountain Valley.
Lin Kun's heart skipped a beat. Knowing he could not hide it, he could only tell a half-truth. "I'm not sure either... but the way they looked at me was very hostile. And back in Nuoding City, I think I accidentally stumbled upon a group of men in black robbing something... Maybe they held a grudge against me because of that?" He skillfully glossed over the Dragon Blood Ganoderma incident.
Just then, someone knocked on the door of the private box. Everyone immediately became alert.
When the door opened, the people standing outside were not the assassins they had expected, but Ning Rongrong and the elegant old man—Bone