Chapter 114 Old Stories



Although the other person was masked and dressed in black, her graceful figure still gave her away, especially her long legs, which were even more conspicuous under the tight black clothes.

"What is Zhang Zitong doing here?" Zu An asked, somewhat puzzled. Recognizing her identity solely by her legs was not a skill. In his previous life, some gentlemen on the internet could identify people by their chests, and some could even recognize them by their voices, which was truly admirable.

Seeing him standing there in a daze, Zhang Zitong subconsciously pushed the knife forward a little: "As long as you cooperate, I won't kill you, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

Zuan recognized her, but she didn't know that the person in front of her was Gold Medal Eleven.

“Okay,” Zuan smiled slightly, “but please don’t push any further forward, it’s about to go in.”

Zhang Zitong blushed and subconsciously pulled the knife back. It seemed like this guy was flirting with me.

But he has a really handsome smile...

If it were someone like Xiao Jianren, Dai Laoqi, or Chen Laoba who said this to her, she would most likely turn on them, but it's hard for her to get angry at this person in front of her.

Just then, a commotion arose not far away, and a group of guards rushed over.

Zu An gently pressed down, causing Zhang Zitong to squat down.

As an embroidered-robe envoy, Zhang Zitong had seen all sorts of people, but the way the two were behaving infuriated her, making her think that the other party was trying to take advantage of her.

Anger level from Zhang Zitong: +404 +404 +404...

"Who are you?" came an old man's voice. Only then did she realize that the other party was using his body to block her way. She wondered what nonsense she was thinking.

Immediately, his whole body tensed up, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

Zuan turned around and saw an elderly man with gray hair standing not far away, watching him warily.

He was extremely thin, looking almost like a skeleton, and his whole appearance was somewhat ferocious.

His breath was weak, like that of an old man in his twilight years.

However, his eyes were exceptionally bright and spirited. Upon closer inspection, it seemed as if there were constantly swirling vortexes in his eyes, giving one the illusion that one might be about to fall into them at any moment.

In addition, there were some painted patterns on his face, which converged between his eyebrows and vaguely formed a vertical eye. Although the eye was closed at the moment, it gave people a sense of danger.

Zu An was secretly alarmed. Could this person be Mr. Huo?

He calmly replied, "I am a guest invited by the Prince of Yan. We just made a bet to see who could catch the assassin for the Prince of Yan first, which is why I am searching around here."

"A guest?" The old man was somewhat surprised. At this moment, a guard ran up to his ear and whispered something, clearly to verify Zu An's identity.

The old man nodded slightly: "Then I wonder if this distinguished guest has discovered anything? The assassin just fled in this direction."

"Did they run this way?" Zu An feigned deep regret. "Looks like I'm unlucky, otherwise I would have won the bet."

The old man carefully examined him, while secretly using his aura to scan the room. Not detecting anyone else, he nodded and said, "Guest, you should return to the banquet as soon as possible. That assassin is very dangerous."

After saying that, he immediately led his men to continue the search.

After the other party left, Zu An looked down at Zhang Zitong, who was squatting there, and said, "Alright, they're gone."

"He's gone?" Zhang Zitong was a little surprised, not expecting to get through so easily. "That old man is very cunning. He was probably just pretending to leave, preparing to launch a surprise attack."

Zuan shook his head: "He really didn't notice you. Get up, or do you prefer this squatting position?"

With his aura concealing her, the old man couldn't see her unless he came right up to her.

Zhang Zitong blushed and jumped up in a flash: "Who likes to squat like this!"

Then, with some confusion, she asked, "Why are you helping me?"

She wasn't stupid; she immediately realized that the other person was helping her voluntarily, not because she was coercing them.

Zuan was unwilling to explain the ins and outs to her, and casually said, "Because you're pretty, and you have long legs. I've always been a chivalrous person."

Zhang Zitong immediately became embarrassed. Normally, if someone spoke to her like that, she would only think of them as an annoying lecher, but this person spoke so naturally that she seemed to feel a kind of inexplicable sincerity.

"May I ask your esteemed name, sir? I will surely repay your kindness in saving me today," Zhang Zitong said, cupping his hands in greeting.

“My surname is Wu, and my given name is Lao Gong. You should remember that,” Zu An replied casually.

"Old Master Wu?" Zhang Zitong was taken aback, thinking that this man was so handsome, but his name was a bit lame. "Thank you, Young Master Wu. Until we meet again."

After saying that, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and disappeared into the night sky.

Zuan didn't escort them anymore. After all, the other party was a silver-ranked embroidered soldier. If he was still captured after helping them this much, he might as well buy a block of tofu and smash his head against it.

After successfully escaping the Prince of Yan's mansion, Zhang Zitong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Looking back at the brightly lit mansion, the image of that handsome smile flashed through her mind. She wondered who this Wu Laogong was, that he could be invited as an honored guest by the Prince of Yan, and even help her...

Hmm, anyone invited to the Prince of Yan's banquet is no nobody. I'll investigate the records when I get back to the building, and then I should know his identity.

Wu Laogong's name is quite unique, huh?

She murmured the name a few times before finally realizing what it meant, her face instantly turning bright red.

Anger from Zhang Zitong: +233+233+233...

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