He also specifically instructed the guards:
"Keep your eyes peeled! If any suspicious individuals approach, kill them on sight!"
Just then, Li Kui came running over excitedly, asking with a concerned look:
"Sir, are you alright? Are you injured? Should I blow on you to warm you up?"
Lu Yan dusted himself off and laughed nonchalantly:
"It's nothing, a small matter, just a splash!"
"Back in the day, I went alone into the tiger's den and fought three hundred rounds."
Without even blinking, what's a little scene like this?
Night Owl crouched on the ground, carefully examining the traces left by the man in black, his expression grave.
He picked up a broken knife, examined it closely, and then smelled the bloodstains on the blade.
His brows were furrowed, as if he were pondering some major problem.
After a long pause, he finally raised his head and said in a solemn tone:
"Sir, the weapons and techniques used by these men in black seem to be from Java."
Java?
Upon hearing these three words, Lu Yan immediately frowned and his face darkened.
He then remembered the crazy old beggar he had met during the day, and a sense of lingering fear crept into his heart.
It seems the old beggar's prophecy was not unfounded; he had indeed encountered a bloody disaster.
However, he quickly put that lingering fear out of his mind.
Instead, it was replaced by a raging fire of anger!
"Damn it, Java is really persistent!"
Lu Yan cursed angrily.
"Looks like they're itching for a beating! If you don't discipline them for three days, they'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles! Do they really think I'm a pushover?"
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