The three messengers who had emerged from the wardrobe had truly run into terrible luck by encountering Yang Jian.
They could have stayed safely hidden in the wardrobe and made it through the night perfectly well, but now, whether they could even survive was uncertain.
Yang Jian's probing attack had only just ended, yet Wang Feng, the leader of the three, had already found it extremely troublesome and had even immediately suggested reconciliation.
But that alone did not make Yang Jian abandon the idea of making a move.
Watching Yang Jian approach again, Wang Feng had already prepared to fight for his life.
Conflicts between messengers were common within the Ghost Post Office. There was nothing unusual about them. Wang Feng had made it to the fourth floor and experienced plenty of fights and clashes along the way; it was just that he had always been the winner.
But this time seemed different.
The two companions beside Wang Feng both looked at him, apparently waiting for his decision.
Should they tear all pretense apart and fight, or back down and admit defeat? They had to decide quickly.
"Our odds aren't very good. The person in front of us is ridiculously powerful, not to mention Old Eagle beside him, that woman who didn't die after being struck by the wooden mallet, and the guy blocking the door."
Wang Feng quickly assessed the gap in strength between both sides.
Clearly, they were at an absolute disadvantage.
Though they were fourth-floor messengers, they should not forget that their opponents were as well.
Other than a few lucky exceptions, almost none of the messengers who could make it upstairs were easy to deal with.
But if they admitted defeat and handed over the wooden mallet, that might not necessarily settle things. The other side