How had he not known?
Passively defecting to the enemy?
He did not know, but Zhao Bai was gesturing at Fu Hua. She caught on and nodded, then kicked again. The flying Xuanyuan Sword circled around them, and the guards did not dare approach.
Fu Hua wrapped her arm around Welt's neck, slowly suffocating him.
He lost consciousness.
It was a perfectly measured chokehold. She clearly knew the technique well; with any more force, she would have snapped his neck.
Fu Hua did not kill him.
Instead, she stood up and went back-to-back with Zhao Bai, looking exactly like a master and disciple who worked in perfect sync.
"Professor, get up."
Zhao Bai had not forgotten this cowardly and foolish old gentleman. He pulled him up from the floor and reached out to stroke the rough surface of his resin mask.
"You regret your own immaturity. You believe your foolish actions brought disaster upon you, so you have become so despondent. But none of that has happened yet. You still have a chance to make amends."
"What you believe happened has not happened, and it never will."
"Because I'm here."
"..."
Fu Hua turned back in confusion. "Is it just me, or did you always talk this much?"
"Keeping up with the times, Teacher. You've fallen behind the times."
A vein throbbed at Fu Hua's temple. For some reason, whenever Zhao Bai said something sleazy, she became furious. Perhaps it was because he was not a cute girl.
In any case, Zhao Bai dragged the deadweight back to his back-to-back position with Fu Hua.
"You don't want to hurt ordinary people, do you?"
"Funny, neither do I."
Zhao Bai grabbed the professor and headed for the inner room, with Fu Hua close behind. The dark golden Xuanyuan Sword spun through