Assassination, Assassination

When they suddenly heard that Pang Tang had been assassinated and killed, Zhou Lan's heart instantly filled with panic. It was not only her—even Wang Yunqiao beside her could not help growing alarmed.

And just then, the man who had been keeping his head lowered suddenly raised it, his face savage as he charged at Zhou Lan.

There was barely over a zhang between them. In the blink of an eye, the man had already reached Zhou Lan, thrusting a short knife straight at her chest.

Zhou Lan was still shaken by the news of Pang Tang's assassination and death, and she had no guard up against the person in front of her. For a moment, she actually made no reaction at all.

Fortunately, Wang Yunqiao noticed something off when the man lifted his head and instinctively threw herself toward Zhou Lan.

However, her rescue did not let Zhou Lan avoid the man's sneak attack. It only made Zhou Lan's vital point dodge the strike, and the short knife stabbed viciously into Zhou Lan's shoulder.

"Assassin!"

Wang Yunqiao shouted, and at the same time, her powerful legs kicked toward the man.

Yet the man neither dodged nor evaded her attack. He actually took two kicks from her head-on and continued pouncing toward Zhou Lan.

Zhou Lan had also come back to her senses. She drew the long sword in hand and blocked the man's long blade.

At the same time, the personal attendants behind her also reacted, rushing forward one after another to clash with the man's subordinates.

This time, Zhou Lan had left the city only to go to the Yinghe Wharf on the north side to inspect the military supplies stored over there, so she had not brought many guards with her, only thirty Women's Army personal attendants.