After the blade snapped, the third Loach hurriedly stepped back twice and drew a spare short sword from his waist, warily eyeing Tang Qi, who had suddenly launched into violence:
"Friend, looks like we misjudged you this time. If you'd shown yourself sooner, we wouldn't have made [Fleshbug] trouble that landlady."
After a brief hesitation, they came to their senses.
They realized Tang Qi was standing up for Catherine.
He had pretended to move closer, then cleanly ended the lives of two accomplices. That was no feat an ordinary adventurer could accomplish.
Their numerical advantage had vanished in the blink of an eye.
There was no need to clash head-on with someone like this.
Once they safely returned to the gang, they would naturally have ways to get their revenge:
"How about this? We'll leave [Fleshbug] to you so you can vent your anger. We'd hated the bastard for a long time anyway--
When we get back, we'll just say the three of them died in the dungeon.
No one will care about their lives, and it'll save the gang the trouble of coming after you."
Tang Qi hadn't expected that, even in this situation, the "Loaches" would still try to settle things through threats:
"Could it be that if I leave the three of you here, they still won't come after me?"
"Damn it, you only got the chance to sneak attack us because we were distracted!"
Seeing that negotiations had failed, one Loach could only draw two short blades and thrust them fiercely toward Tang Qi's waist and abdomen.
"[Silver Tongue]!"
A clipped syllable rang out. He suddenly saw a dazzling flash of silver before his eyes, obscuring his pupils and leaving him dazed for a moment, unable to tell which way was which:
"Oh no!"
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