Ren Zhixiang was beaten until he was dizzy and seeing stars. He forced himself to turn his head for a look, recognized her, and immediately shouted, "Little Celestial Master, be careful!"
How could Tang Wenji possibly know how to be careful? Ever since advancing to Mid-Rank Martial Master, she had become inflated to a certain extent. She gave a cold snort, raised her chin, and said, "Who are these people? They dare block Luohua Manor's gate... Do they think Boss Feng is dead?"
A loud mouth had its advantages. The security guards looked at her but did not dare act rashly.
After a moment of silence, someone finally asked, "Who are you?"
"Why do you care who I am?" The Little Celestial Master propped up her motorcycle with one foot and faced a crowd of men, looking as cocky as could be. "I won't say much. Let my friend go and explain yourselves... I'm willing to reason things out."
Two security guards had already slipped their hands into their jackets and looked toward their leader.
Of course, they had no intention of killing her, but... they could make her lose her fighting ability.
The Little Celestial Master looked at them coldly, already sensing that something was off. Though she made no overt move, she was prepared to react. "Want to draw your guns? Go ahead and try... Let's see who's faster!"
She had become terribly full of herself lately, but not blindly so. She had encountered danger more than once or twice in Cinnabar Cloud Heaven's Small World. With proper preparation, she might not be unable to evade bullets from the Blue Star Realm.
Seeing her like this, someone naturally refused to believe it. Had imperial guards with blades ever feared anyone?
But no one could bear the responsibility for