It was precisely because he had harbored this sliver of suspicion from beginning to end that Ning Baihe had remained vigilant. Only then had he been able to employ the Golden Cicada Sheds its Shell technique at the critical moment and evade Xie Feng's long-planned killing blow.
In the courtyard, it was two against two. Wearing Cao Baoyu's face, Xie Feng smiled faintly.
"It seemed you suspected long ago that I was an impostor. That was why you could evade my Thousand Needle Technique. What master are you, to dare meddle in the Hong Sect's internal affairs?"
Xie Feng knew far more than ordinary people imagined.
Even this one sentence revealed some clues.
This concerned internal Hong Sect matters, involving Cao Baoyu and, further, the conflict between Cao Quan'an and Ren Tianxing. He was clearly an insider.
Ning Baihe's expression was incomparably grim. Though he had evaded Xie Feng's fatal strike, it had confirmed that Cao Baoyu was not here. This place was merely a trap, a cover.
Though he was delighted to have escaped death, that tiny joy seemed insignificant compared to Cao Baoyu's unknown whereabouts.
Moreover, once today's events reached Ren Tianxing's ears, he would surely guess that Cao Quan'an had arranged for people to act. The fragile, delicate balance Cao Quan'an and Ren Tianxing had maintained would inevitably be shattered.
The situation for them was completely collapsing.
This could no longer be explained simply by exploiting Duan Hong's hatred for Red Skull.
If they wished to stall for time and reduce Ren Tianxing's sensitivity and wariness toward this matter as much as possible, the best course would be to silence everyone in this courtyard and the surrounding gambling dens, creating an established fact.
Then, by using Duan Hong to shoulder the matter completely and framing it purely