Bu Er had been following Mo Beixing and her companion in secret. After they entered the mountains, he saw someone plotting to carry them off, and only then stepped in to save the High Protector.
When the man saw that his supposedly infallible killing strike had been thwarted midway, fury surged through him.
"Who's there?"
Bu Er's figure slowly emerged before his eyes.
Indeed, Bu Er moved with extraordinary speed. He merely flickered before the man, then circled behind him.
The man felt his vision blur. When he focused again, he saw no one. Realization struck, and he raised both hands, spun around, and drove a palm strike behind him.
Watching his reaction, Bu Er chuckled. "Not entirely stupid, then. But you're still too late."
Before his words faded, his sword thrust forward and pierced the man's shoulder blade.
The man gave a muffled groan, his movements immediately growing sluggish.
A few breaths later, he sank to his knees, unwilling to accept defeat.
He watched Bu Er slowly bend toward him, his eyes blazing with anger. "Who are you? Why are you meddling?"
Bu Er replied languidly, "A true man should stand tall enough to hold up the heavens, yet here you are bullying women?"
A trace of venom slowly seeped into the man's eyes. He trembled all over from the pain of his pierced shoulder blade, while the ruin of his plan left him dizzy with rage.
Suddenly, he grinned. "Did you come because of that rumor too? Easily settled. Spare me, and you'll have your share of the benefits."
Bu Er sneered. "Benefits? Why don't you tell me about them?"
Knowing he had piqued Bu Er's interest, the man struggled into a sitting position. A faint smile appeared on his face as he secretly clenched one hand and