For a moment, Ding Laoheng and Song Xiaoha could hardly believe their eyes.
Their formidable leader could actually blush?
They were not surprised that Wu Jixing had grabbed Pan Long to stop him from acting—she must have had her reasons. But that she would blush over it left them stunned.
Apart from the few times she played around with Aunt Cui, their leader always acted tough. They had never seen such a girlish expression on her face.
...They could hardly be blamed for that. They were men, after all.
Men and women were different.
If some of the women in the gang who were close to Wu Jixing had been there, they would not have been surprised.
To them, Wu Jixing had always been like this.
Whenever she got anxious, she stopped using her head. She often let things slip while joking around, then flew into an embarrassed rage or blushed with shyness. They had seen it all before.
Pan Long, of course, knew none of this.
He nodded to Wu Jixing. "Don't worry. I won't act in front of everyone."
The implication was that he would act eventually.
This time, Wu Jixing did not stop him.
With Bai Yingxuan abducted, the performance celebrating her departure from that life had naturally fallen through.
Li Tanhua had no choice but to have the four Attendants' bodies collected. He also had someone examine the scholar for serious injuries, particularly internal ones.
The scholar did have internal injuries, but fortunately, they had come from anger overwhelming his heart and had only slightly damaged his heart and lungs. Some medicine and a few days' rest would put him right. His life was not in danger.
At least Jin San still had some shame. He had not struck down an unarmed, frail scholar.
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