Just as he was about to lift his foot, a large hand firmly grabbed his arm.
That hand contained astonishing strength, holding him back so firmly that he could not take a single step forward.
Zhou Zixing's heart tightened. He knew Qian Ying was determined to stop him.
"Elder Zhou, wait for now. Let's watch and see," Qian Ying said in a low voice. He gestured toward Chen Mo and Ouyang Nan, lowering his voice as though afraid of alerting something. "The two of them should be strong enough to deal with the Black Shadow. A Black Shadow just rushed out on our side, and we don't know whether another one might emerge."
His tone sounded entirely reasonable, as if he were considering the bigger picture and worrying about everyone's safety with every word. Yet Zhou Zixing caught a strange gleam in his eyes—a fleeting flash of probing, calculation, and the cold intent to kill with a borrowed blade.
Zhou Zixing looked at Qian Ying with a deep frown, anxiety filling his heart. "We can't be certain whether that Black Shadow is the one that disappeared over here just now. We should go take a look first."
His voice was also very low, but the urgency in his tone was impossible to hide.
After all, he could not afford to offend Chen Mo. That youngster's strength was absolutely beyond what he and Qian Ying could handle. Since the youngster did not wish to reveal his strength, Zhou Zixing would pretend not to know and even personally cover for him, leaving a good impression.
Old Qian, I'm doing this for your sake! If you really provoke that youngster, you might not even know how you died later.
Unfortunately, Zhou Zixing wanted to go over, but Qian Ying had no intention of