"Keng~"

At the critical moment, a black figure flew out swiftly and used the sword in his hand to block the cold arrow flying towards Hua Qingcheng from the dark.

Then, more than a dozen masked men in black holding swords jumped out from all directions, sharpening their knives and heading towards Hua Qingcheng on the training ground.

"Troublesome woman, you owe me again!"

Zuo An, holding the Frost Sword, fought nearly 20 people alone. Zuo An had never expected Hua Qingcheng to be so hated. She was often plotted against. This was the most unprofitable business he had ever made.

"Anyone who dares to hurt my good sister will die!"

Wu Chen's eyes were filled with anger as he immediately flew over to join the fight with the man in black. Zuo An, holding the Frost Sword, engaged the man in close combat while Wu Chen attacked him from a distance with the Ping Yang Finger. The two men coordinated well.

Although these black-clothed and masked men were not weak in martial arts and were obviously well-trained professional killers, under the joint attack of Zuo An and Wu Chen, nearly half of them had fallen in less than a quarter of an hour.

Hua Qingcheng took out a pistol from her bosom and wanted to directly kill the masked man in black who attacked her, but when she saw Zuo An and Wu Chen fighting the man in black with ease, she put the pistol back into the space through the cover of her clothes.

Now, Hua Qingcheng not only had thirty tranquilizer bullets to fire every day, but even her backup pistol had a steady supply of bullets from the Zuo'an master, making killing people a piece of cake. However, with the enemy in the dark and us in the light, Hua Qingcheng chose to hold back and conceal her strength.

"Students in Class D, listen up! Quickly evacuate the training ground and return to the classrooms in Mingde Building!" Xiahou Yu shouted sternly at the students who were running around in panic.

Xia Houyu hadn't expected that someone else would get there first before the person she had arranged to pick a fight with Hua Qingcheng had even made a move. Although she didn't know which faction the other party came from, she was happy to see Hua Qingcheng suffer.

Therefore, Xiahou Yu used the excuse of evacuating the students of Class D from the dangerous area to delay the time of sending reinforcements.

“Dang! Dang! Dang!”

At the hour of You, the school bell rang on time.

"Quick, protect Her Royal Highness!"

The patrolling guards heard the noise and rushed over, ready to attack the masked man in black with their knives drawn, but were stopped by Hua Qingcheng. In a duel between masters, anyone else who barged in would only lose their lives in vain.

"You are no match for the men in black. Just guard the area and don't let any students from the Imperial College accidentally break in."

"Yes, Your Highness."

It was school dismissal time and there were a lot of people. The guards immediately followed the order and guarded the area around the school grounds to prevent students from entering by mistake.

"Xiao Qingcheng, are you okay?"

A person in green clothes flew over, landed gracefully beside Hua Qingcheng, and hugged her tightly.

Han Yichen didn't expect that his wife would be attacked by a masked man in black just after he left for a while.

"I'm fine, Achen. Why are you here again?" Hua Qingcheng pinched her eyebrows in pain.

"Of course I'm worried about you!"

Han Yichen held Hua Qingcheng's face in his hands, kissed her forehead, and then turned around.

But he had a cold and handsome face, his eyes were filled with rage, and he looked at the masked man in black as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Silent man, wild monk, please don't kill anyone!"

With a "clang" sound, Han Yichen suddenly pulled out a soft sword with a cold light from his waist and flew towards the black-clothed masked man with murderous intent. He hadn't even made a move yet, so the black-clothed masked man couldn't all be killed now!

"Once my Frost Sword is unsheathed, it cannot be put back into the sheath unless it drinks enough blood!" Zuo An glanced leisurely at Han Yichen who joined the fight, and said expressionlessly.

"Anyone who dares to hurt my good sister will die!"

Wu Chen glanced at Han Yichen and ignored him. Now there were only two black-clad masked men left, and he was reluctant to use the Pingyang Finger. Instead, he used fists and kicks to fight them in close combat, like a cat and mouse.

So, a strange scene ensued. Whether Han Yichen wanted to kill the black-clothed masked man fighting Zuo An or the black-clothed masked man fighting Wu Chen, he would be stopped by the two of them.

"You guys...are you deliberately trying to go against me?"

Han Yichen gave up fighting with the man in black and directly attacked Zuo An and Wu Chen.

"Who asked you to snatch people from me!" Wu Chen said in a gangster tone, his tongue pressed against his cheek.

"I can kill people, I don't need your help!" Zuo An also has his own pride.

Seeing the three men fighting each other, Hua Qingcheng was so angry that her heart, liver and lungs ached.

"You three idiots!"

"Don't forget, the masked man in black is the enemy!"

While Hua Qingcheng was speaking, she had already started fighting one against two, the two masked men in black who were chasing her.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Hua Qingcheng was so angry at the three men that she had no intention of fighting. She simply took out her pistol and shot the masked men in black one by one, killing them all in a moment.

Then Hua Qingcheng took out the dagger that Situ Ye had given her, which could cut through iron like mud, from her boots. She walked up to the two masked men in black, tore open their clothes, and used the dagger to dig out the bullets that had been shot into their hearts one by one.

After all, bullets are hot weapons, so it is better not to leave traces to avoid causing trouble for yourself.

Seeing Hua Qingcheng's ruthless killing intent and her impassive expression as she ripped out someone's heart, Zuo An's mouth twitched slightly. He couldn't help but think to himself, if this woman were to become a killer, she would definitely be qualified...

"Little Allure~"

"Dirty~"

"Next time, let someone else do this kind of thing."

Han Yichen took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it to Hua Qingcheng to wipe her blood-stained hands.

"Yes, my dear sister. Next time if you have any dirty or tiring work, I, your good brother, will do it for you." Wu Chen also came forward and said attentively.

Zuo An directly used the black-clad masked man's clothes on the ground to wipe the blood off the Frost Sword and returned the sword to its sheath. But he stood aside with his arms folded, holding the sword under his tuck. He only glanced at Hua Qingcheng leisurely, as if to say, "You owe me a lot of money again," but said nothing.

"Have you three lost your minds? You just started fighting each other!"

Hua Qingcheng pushed away the three men standing in front of her in annoyance, gave some instructions to the guards, asking them to go to Fengcheng government office to report to the authorities and hand over the assassin's body to the government for investigation and disposal, then turned and walked towards the gate of the Imperial College.

"Xiao Qingcheng, wait for me!"

"Good sister, don't walk so fast, wait for me, your brother!"

Han Yichen and Wu Chen saw Hua Qingcheng turn around and leave, and immediately chased after her.

"There really is no cure for idiocy!"

Zuo An held the Frost Sword in his hand and used his lightness skills to fly over the eaves and walls and left the Imperial College.

He hurried back to his new residence in the Eastern Palace to settle the debt Hua Qingcheng owed him...