Continuation 125

After Zhu Juntang ran out of the changing room, she found her team of black-clad bodyguards lined up outside with guilty looks on their faces. None of them had lost any limbs, but they were undeniably bedraggled.

A great many bystanders were watching as well. Many people were taking photos and videos with cameras and phones. Snatches of discussion reached Zhu Juntang's ears, all saying that it had surely been some sort of publicity stunt. There were plenty of exaggerated things like this on short-video sites, though this group had been especially professional today. They were probably a professional crew, or rich kids fooling around and throwing serious money at it.

No one believed in an urban martial arts legend who could take on ten or twenty people at once, even if they had witnessed it with their own eyes.

Zhu Juntang calmed down slightly. She discovered that Liu Chang'an's thick, viscous glob of spit was plastered to her face. Though she could not tear it off, as if it had grown there, it did not affect her breathing or vision. Otherwise, Zhu Juntang might actually have been a little scared.

Right now, she merely felt somewhat embarrassed. Fortunately, her face was covered. The black veil added an air of mysterious immortality to her; the fairies on television were all veiled... Usually, Zhu Juntang simply wished to grant mortals the honor of beholding a fairy's peerless beauty, so she did not wear one.

"You all worked hard today. When we get back later, go see Zhong Qing... no, go see Jin Xiaomei and collect your hardship pay." Zhu Juntang frowned. They had been taught a lesson by Liu Chang'an and were feeling guilty and uneasy right now, which made it the perfect time for her to reinforce their loyalty. Giving