Feng Qizheng thought it over and nodded. "All right, I'll do what you say.

Miss Xiao, I'm leaving Ning Chen in your hands. I'll be back as fast as I can."

Xiao Yanxi nodded. "Mm. Don't worry!"

Feng Qizheng gave Ning Chen a strange look and muttered, "With your brain this far gone, how are you still thinking so clearly?"

Ning Chen's mouth twitched. "I've lost part of my memory, not my brains, okay? Now beat it..."

Ning Chen broke off mid-sentence and cocked his head to listen.

"Old Feng, go take a look outside. Sounds like there's fighting out there."

Feng Qizheng looked puzzled. "Fighting?" He drew his rebar and headed outside.

Not far from the building, two figures were fighting in the dark:

One wore a vow-robe and had a cloth bag slung on her back. Who else could it be but Mu Zhaozhao?

The other was dressed in night clothes, with black cloth over the face. Only a pair of cold, sinister eyes showed.

Mu Zhaozhao could fight, and she was light on her feet, but she plainly didn't have much fighting experience. She was in danger at every turn.

The man in black was obviously an old hand. He knew exactly what he was doing, and every move he made was meant to kill.

Bam!!!

The blow landed with a muffled thud.

Mu Zhaozhao cried out in pain. The punch caught her on the shoulder and sent her flying backward a good ten feet.

The man in black suddenly pulled out a bamboo tube three inches long, aimed it at Mu Zhaozhao where she lay on the ground, and blew.

It was called a blowgun, a kind of concealed weapon.

A poison needle shot toward Mu Zhaozhao.

The needle was so fine and so small that it was nearly impossible to see in the dark, and nearly impossible to dodge.

Whoosh!!!

A cold gleam flashed.

A sword came flying.

Something clanged, sparks sprayed in the dark, and the poison needle went spinning away.

A sword with a cold, gleaming blade stood buried in the ground.

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