With no worries behind him, he went all out. His blade flashed like a strip of gleaming silk, tangling his opponent fast, while he bellowed:
"Fang Yuan! Protect Miss! If you can keep Miss unharmed tonight, I, Qin Mang, will see that you receive three hundred taels of silver!"
Silver!
A sharp gleam burst into Fang Yuan's eyes. The steady aura he had maintained instantly turned fierce and pressing.
He looked at the first-grade assassin fighting him as though he were a pile of walking silver ingots.
"Trying to run? Leave the silver behind!" he barked, moving again. His chopping knife whistled with a vicious wind as it hacked straight at the man's retreat.
The assassin was already wounded. In his panic, Fang Yuan's strange and ruthless blade technique carved another bloody gash across his back.
He groaned through the pain, stumbling.
By now, several elite guards had formed a human wall before Wang Yushuang, their long blades pointed outward. For the moment, she was safe.
Seeing that the situation was lost, the second-grade assassin feinted, then shouted harshly, "The wind's tight! Scatter!"
At his command, the black-clad men immediately broke free from their entanglements and fled in all directions toward the darkness like startled sparrows.
"Uncle Qin! Take one alive!" Wang Yushuang's cool voice rang out at once.
She wanted to know who was pulling the strings behind this!
Yet Qin Mang looked troubled. If he went after them, then Miss's safety...
Qin Mang hesitated slightly. The enemy was no weakling, and if they were determined to flee, forcing one to remain alive might bring unforeseen complications.
Seeing this, Wang Yushuang turned her gaze straight toward Fang Yuan, who was about to sheath his blade, and spoke rapidly:
"Fang Yuan! Catch that man, and I'll add another hundred taels!"