In the distance, a figure carrying a burlap sack was striding this way.
The two men retreated two steps and slipped into the darkness.
"Father-in-law, that physician Shen Han was able to kill Du Chong and Cao Lin. His cultivation must have reached Flesh Refining. We cannot underestimate him."
Peng Hanshan lowered his voice.
Zhuge Yan said coldly, "For a mere physician to improve his strength so quickly only proves that brick is extraordinary. Tonight will be his death!
As for his cultivation realm, Hanshan, you need not worry.
As the Third Chief of Black Wind Stronghold, I broke through to Flesh Refining ten years ago. Now, I am already half a step into Tendon Refining.
With father-in-law and son-in-law joining forces, surely he cannot stir up any waves."
"Father-in-law, how about..."
"Hanshan, if you have any thoughts, just say them."
Zhuge Yan patted Peng Hanshan on the shoulder.
A trace of malice flashed through Peng Hanshan's eyes. He raised a hand and pointed at the approaching figure. "Father-in-law, to ensure nothing goes wrong, why not use him to lure Shen Han out?"
"Hehehe, worthy of being my son-in-law. Interesting."
"As Father-in-law always says, a man without poison is no true man!"
"Well said. This passerby can only count himself unlucky. Break both his legs first, then throw him before the little courtyard's gate. We'll seize the chance while Shen Han is treating him and kill him in one stroke."
"That is exactly what I had in mind!"
With that, the two men shot forward with a whoosh, brazenly blocking the figure's path.
The moonlight was dim, and the mouth of the alley was pitch-black.
Peng Hanshan blocked the figure's way. "Brother, hold it right there. I need to borrow your legs for a moment."
"That doesn't sound very good..."