Wang Dejun felt secretly pleased, a slight smile playing on his lips, his heart filled with a sense of joy and exhilaration, as if a spring breeze were caressing his face.
As Chen Zhennan and Yan Shiyu's swordsmanship became increasingly impressive, everyone's attention was drawn to them.
The two moved like shooting stars, nimble and swift, slowly approaching Lin Zhiming's direction.
Lin Zhiming felt no suspicion whatsoever. The performance was lively and exciting, and Liu Guancai's soldiers were guarding the area. He was relaxed and even a little expectant.
However, when Chen Zhennan and Yan Shiyu finally stood in front of Lin Zhiming, the atmosphere suddenly changed.
Almost simultaneously, their expressions darkened, turning as cold as knives. With a flash of sword light, their longswords pierced straight into Lin Zhiming's chest.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze, the surrounding air became thin, and everyone was stunned.
No one expected that, in such a large setting, Wang Dejun would allow his second-in-command to resort to such ruthless tactics.
At this moment, the second-in-command behind Lin Zhiming reacted and suddenly drew the curved knife from his waist, intending to counterattack.
However, before he could make a move, a long knife pierced his chest from behind, and blood gushed out, staining the wine table red.
Upon seeing this, Liu Guancai felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He abruptly stood up, his eyes flashing with fear and anger.
He stood up to question him, but to his surprise, the clerk behind him reached out and pulled out a dagger, stabbing it viciously into his back.
"Wang...Wang Dejun! How...how dare you?"
Wang Dejun shook his head, stood up arrogantly, drew his curved sword from his waist, and walked up to Liu Guancai.
"What don't I dare to do? It's just Qian Zihao. If he comes to Pengyang County, I'll make sure he dies a horrible death!"
After saying that, Wang Dejun raised his curved knife and slashed at Liu Guancai's neck.
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