Lu Zheng faced Li Ying while Lin Wan moved behind Li Ying to untie her ropes.
Of the four men from earlier, the second and third had been knocked unconscious by Lin Wan and Lu Zheng respectively. The first had been slammed into the wall by Lu Zheng, while the middle-aged man lay on the ground in agony, though he had not passed out.
Seeing that the two were not paying attention, the middle-aged man gave the first man a look. The man endured the intense discomfort, spat blood from his mouth, and reached into his jacket, struggling to pull out the pistol in his pocket.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged man extended his right hand and slowly reached for the dagger tucked into the back of his waistband.
"Watch out!"
Li Ying saw the first man drawing his gun and cried out in alarm.
Lin Wan pressed a hand to Li Ying's shoulder and smiled faintly. "Keep calm."
The next moment, Lu Zheng casually picked up a signing pen from the table and flicked it.
Swish!
Smack!
Aaaah!!!
The pen pierced straight through the man's palm. His pistol fell to the floor, and he let out a shrill scream.
Then all three of them turned their eyes toward the nearby middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man had already drawn his dagger and was struggling to his feet, poised to charge. He had been planning to rush in and stab Lu Zheng to death a few times while his accomplice opened fire.
He had not expected Lu Zheng to end the fight with a hidden weapon, exposing him instead.
The middle-aged man froze in place, unable to decide whether to keep charging or turn around and run.
Wait, run?
His eyes lit up. He paused, then turned and bolted.
Lu Zheng shook his