Sang Qian was completely confused, wondering what these two were up to: "If you won't eat, I'll eat. I'm really hungry."
Sang Hong glared at his son, exasperated, and said, "Zu An can see it, so why can't you? How can you possibly defeat him like this?"
Sang Qian was completely bewildered, and at the same time, he was quite dissatisfied. During this period, his father had been talking to him and praising Zu An's abilities, saying that he was like someone else's child. This made his dissatisfaction reach its peak: "Dad, if you like him, you can make him your son."
Sang Hong: "..."
He was furious with his foolish son and could only explain, "Don't you even use your brain? How could a chef from a remote town possibly make such delicious and visually appealing food? Besides, everything we eat is always inspected by the Embroidered-Robe Envoy before being delivered. How could we possibly let the waiter get close to us?"
"Huh?" Sang Qian was startled and hurriedly threw the bowl in his hand to the ground.
It was one thing for the food to be spilled on the ground, but the soup in the dish had spilled onto the floor, creating thick bubbles, clearly indicating that it contained a deadly poison.
"Carbonated drinks..." Zuan muttered to himself, while pouring the soup from his bowl onto the ground. Bubbles rose up as well. He frowned. These assassins had no sportsmanship. They wanted everyone's lives. Were they after him or the Sang family father and son?
However, the other party quickly gave an answer. The waiter sneered, "Since you don't want to die with dignity, then let me help you die with dignity."
After saying that, he pulled out a dagger from the food box and stabbed directly at Sang Hong and his son.
The sword strike was swift and urgent, its killing intent contained yet not revealed, yet it firmly locked the father and son's vital energy.
Sang Qian's expression changed drastically. If his cultivation had not been restricted, he would naturally not be afraid of the person in front of him. But now he was not even as good as an ordinary person, and it would be as easy for the other party to kill him as to slaughter a chicken.
Sang Hong remained calm, after all, he was a dignified eighth-rank expert. Although he was currently restricted from using his power due to the restrictions on his body, his eyesight was still sharp.
He overturned the food in front of him and threw it at the waiter. Then, taking advantage of the waiter's obstructed view of the food, he used the chopsticks on the food to stab the assassin in the left side of his neck.
The waiter clutched his neck, but his carotid artery had been punctured, and blood continued to gush out. He looked on in disbelief, never expecting to be killed by this old geezer. Sang Hong's cultivation was suppressed, and he was no different from an ordinary old man now.
Zu'an watched from the sidelines, swallowing hard. Even a tiger with its teeth pulled is still a tiger. The timing of this attack was so precise, as if nothing had happened, that he had killed an assassin. Zu'an thought about all the trouble he had caused along the way. If the other party were to suddenly launch an attack, he probably wouldn't be able to escape either.
Sang Hong was also panting heavily, clearly his cultivation was restricted, and that last move had exhausted all his energy.
Just then, the window was broken open, and several more people rushed in. They were all dressed as innkeepers, but they were all carrying sharp blades and were about to stab Sang Hong and his son.
Sang Qian was, after all, a master. After the initial panic, he had now come to his senses. Although his cultivation was restricted and he couldn't defeat these assassins, he used the various things in the room to dodge them. Although he was a bit disheveled, the assassins couldn't kill him for the time being.
Of course, he had no energy left to care about his father standing by.
Sang Hong had exhausted his strength in that last move. When he saw the assassin raising his knife to slash, he could only barely roll on the ground to dodge, but another assassin's knife had already come down.
His old strength had faded and new strength had not yet emerged, so he could no longer dodge the fatal blow. He could only sigh inwardly that he, a hero for life, had ended up dying at the hands of a petty villain.
Just then, a crisp bang rang out, and the assassin froze, his knife veering slightly as he instinctively covered his head and looked back.
Zuan raised his hands: "Would you believe me if I said it wasn't intentional?"
The assassin was furious and was about to swing his knife at Zu'an when Sang Hong recovered. He grabbed a shard of broken bowl from the ground and cleanly slashed it across his neck.
The assassin clutched his neck, staggered backward, and finally collapsed heavily to the ground.
"Thank you!" Sang Hong, panting heavily, nodded gratefully to Zu An.
"It was nothing." Zu An was dumbfounded. This guy usually looked like a decrepit old man, but when he struck, he was so fast and accurate, leaving no way out for his opponent. No wonder the Chu family, a thousand-year-old clan, was almost wiped out by his combination of punches.
The reason he rescued Sang Hong was twofold. First, Sang Hong had helped him by stopping the Prince of Liang, giving him a chance to escape, so he was repaying a favor. Second, regarding the cooperation mentioned earlier, he suddenly realized that he was unfamiliar with the capital, had no helpers, and lacked even basic intelligence, making it impossible to carry out many of his plans.
If Sang Hong had helped, many difficulties would have been easily resolved, so I took the opportunity to do him a favor.
However, he had no time to care about that now, because the assassins were clearly taken aback by what they had just witnessed, and one of the leaders shouted, "Quickly finish this!"
So those people became much more ruthless than before, and one of them even went off to attack Zu'an, whether they really wanted to kill him or to prevent him from causing trouble, it's unclear.
Zu'an dared not gamble and hurriedly scattered to hide. Although he did not have Sang Hong's keen eyesight, he had the wondrous steps of "Sunflower Illusion." Although his vital energy flow was not smooth and it was difficult to achieve that effect, it was still better than nothing.
Sang Qian was stabbed once, and he dodged for half a day. Although each time was very dangerous, he was ultimately not injured.
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