Fan Xian's mood instantly sank to rock bottom.
He did not think Shadow would lie.
Under the circumstances, even if he went, it seemed he would not be able to save Chen Pingping.
But ever since Chen Pingping returned to the Capital, he had taken very good care of him. Moreover, Chen Pingping had been close to Ye Qingmei. Fan Xian had learned from Wu Zhu that the man who had drenched the Capital in blood to avenge Ye Qingmei back then was Chen Pingping.
Whatever their relationship, he could not stand by and watch rebels surround and kill Chen Pingping.
Fan Xian clenched his fists, at a loss for what to do.
Just as his thoughts tangled like hemp, his gaze swept over the silent Zhou Cheng beside him.
Understanding instantly dawned on him.
His eyes widened.
Well, damn!
He had a premonition that I was about to face danger?
Protection in exchange for a favor?
So this was where he had been lying in wait for me!
Watching the painful conflict in Fan Xian's eyes, Zhou Cheng's lips curved into a smile beneath his mask.
"Well? Have you decided? As long as you agree, I'll keep you safe today. No matter who it is, no one will be able to kill you."
Fan Xian felt utterly miserable.
Every fiber of his being wanted to refuse, but reason told him-he had no choice but to agree.
If he went to save Chen Pingping, the rebels would not spare him.
And if the Ghost-Faced Man protected him, he could naturally suppress the rebels, which would effectively mean protecting Chen Pingping as well.
He had no doubts about the Ghost-Faced Man's strength.
He had never seen a Grandmaster fight and could not be certain whether the Ghost-Faced Man was one of