Yan Xiurong's expression shifted slightly as she suppressed the nausea churning in her stomach.
"I don't know. After they came in, they said they wanted to search the room. I was so frightened that I hid under the covers and didn't dare move!"
This Death Warrior Leader was a pervert.
Just seeing his smile made Yan Xiurong feel sick all over.
"Really?"
Ci Mang reached out to stir the water in the Bath Tub. It was warm, and he turned his gaze into the tub.
Yan Xiurong's heart pounded. She stared fixedly at Ci Mang, the Embroidery Needle in her sleeve just barely peeking out.
The air was unnaturally still.
Ci Mang channeled his internal energy and reached toward the bottom of the tub.
But just then-
Bang!
The Bath Tub burst apart, warm water and flower petals exploding in every direction with a great splash.
The entire room was drenched, the floor covered with water and petals.
The hidden weapon that had shattered the Bath Tub injured Ci Mang's hand. His anger surged, and he looked toward the window.
Sure enough, two masked men were rapidly disappearing outside it.
Yan Xiurong cried out, "Those were the men who wanted to search my room!"
"After them!" Ci Mang immediately shouted.
That powerful force had injured his hand while he was completely unprepared, which meant this person's martial arts were far from weak.
If they had been lurking outside the window all along, why hadn't he heard them breathing?
What the hell!
Ci Mang glanced at Yan Xiurong and said through gritted teeth, "Miss Yan, at this point, I advise you not to play any tricks. You wouldn't want to die an ugly death and break the Duke's heart, would you?"
Yan Xiurong's eyes reddened, but she only glared at him