Feng Nianqiu led the charge here. Seeing Long Aotian, he pointed his blade at him. "Long Aotian, get lost! This has nothing to do with you. We only want Lu Chengwen!"
Long Aotian smiled, relaxed and casual.
As if Feng Nianqiu were a complete idiot who had just said the stupidest thing in the world.
"Mm... a few months ago, forget stepping aside—I would've gone in there and hacked him up with you."
"And now!?" Feng Nianqiu actually asked that.
Long Aotian said, "Lu Chengwen deserves to die, but I absolutely won't let him die at the hands of dead fish like you. But first..."
Long Aotian smiled. "Watch your back."
Feng Nianqiu flew into a rage. "Get him—kill him!"
Lu Chengwen rushed into the innermost room. It was the building's multimedia room.
Outside was the equipment room, while inside was a surveillance office. The surveillance office had a broadcasting system.
After competing here for so many days, Lu Chengwen had long since learned the layout of the building.
Unlike real martial artists, he found it easy to remember such things in passing.
He had not expected the final link in his strategy to depend on such a tiny detail.
The moment he shut the door behind him, Lu Chengwen led Hua Xuening and Zhuge Xiaohua through the equipment room and charged inward.
Keeping close behind him, Hua Xuening asked, "Master, when you told Tian'er they could hold them off and that we had a sure win, was that true?"
"False."
Lu Chengwen answered without hesitation. "Otherwise, I was afraid Long Aotian would overthink things, hold back, and start considering escape."
"Master is wise. He definitely would have run."
Reaching the innermost room, Lu Chengwen pointed. "Xiao Hua, guard the window. Xuening, guard the equipment room. Don't push yourselves