"All right. In that case, I'll do it myself!"
When Scarface heard that, he did not hesitate and immediately nodded. It was only an iron door. There was no need for him to knock it down with his body.
That would undoubtedly be a waste of his silver.
In this situation, all he had to do was hack the lock open.
Once he decided, he acted.
Beneath Scarface's feet, two white and two yellow Soul Rings bloomed. A ring-pommel saber was already gripped tightly in both his hands. The blade gleamed with a cold iron light, its edge polished bright, and as he raised his arm, it faintly brought up a whistling rush of wind.
"Everyone, back away!"
At Scarface's order, the underlings behind him immediately retreated again and again. Oubu included, and even the gaunt old man known as Old Bladehandle, both tacitly took two steps back.
In front of the little courtyard gate, an open space was instantly cleared. Only that mottled iron door stood there alone in the middle, the thing to be broken in the next second.
"Stop! If you really dare make a move, I'll fight you to the death!"
Liu Erlong cried out sharply. Her figure suddenly rushed forward, treading on two yellow Soul Rings, her arms already swelling as dragon scales covered them. With her flesh-and-blood body, she stood behind the iron door.
"Haha—fight us to the death? Little lady, aren't you afraid you'll bite your tongue talking so big? The only thing you can fight this young master with is your skills in bed."
Hearing Liu Erlong's threat, Oubu only laughed lewdly.
"Don't worry. Soon we'll be able to play a two-on-two match."
"Haha—Young Master Oubu is right."
Old Bladehandle laughed as well.
"You people!"
Lele clenched the corners of her clothes