In just a few seconds, the fat man's expression shifted from fear to shock, and then, unbelievably, to delight. "It's Wu!" Unable to contain his excitement, he cried, "Brother, when did you wake up? Why didn't you say anything? You've scared me half to death these past few days!"
The person who had appeared in the pavilion was, of course, Wu. His black clothes and black scabbard, his sharp eyes, and the aura radiating from him gave the fat man plenty of confidence. By normal logic, as long as they held out until Wu came out of seclusion, the mission would be nearing its end.
At the very least, he and the doctor, Yao Shunyu, would survive. It was just a shame about Li Bai. Thinking of how Li Bai had treated his wounds and applied medicine, the fat man felt a pang of sadness.
"Come up. There's a clue here."
Wu's voice was exceptionally calm, yet he spoke from above with an imposing air that put them under immense pressure, as if something terrible would happen if they didn't do as he said.
The moment Zhu Jie and Tang Qisheng saw Wu, the blood in their veins seemed to turn cold. But they had heard the fat man's words, and it was obvious that these people knew the terrifying figure above them.
"Brother Fugui, who is this..." Tang Qisheng asked with a smile, cautiously sounding him out.
The fat man was about to answer when the corner of his eye caught the doctor's profile. The doctor showed no joy at all; on the contrary, his expression was dark. The fat man blinked, belatedly turning his gaze toward Wu in the pavilion. A chill slowly crept up his back, and that familiar face began to look more and more like