But how could Tang Huangpu know Zhan Mianyang's identity and this port-city transaction?

And she vaguely felt that this guy was a bit familiar.

As she was thinking, Feng Chu silently slipped the scalpel from her hand: "Who are you?"

The door was blocked, and she knew that a fierce fight would come at any time.

The young man in gray clothes said calmly: "If you stay, you can leave."

Feng Chu asked further: "Are you from Tang Huangpu?"

The young man in gray still maintained a calm tone: "Leave the person behind."

Feng Chu responded coldly: "There is only one person who can let me keep it, but unfortunately that person is not you."

She only followed Tang Ruoxue's instructions.

The young man in gray said with a cold voice: "Then you will die!"

"It's you who died!"

Feng Chu shouted and raised her left hand at the same time.

The three scalpels flashed away and were in front of the young man in gray.

The endless sharpness seemed to split the space and tear apart the young man in gray.

"boom!"

But before the scalpel could hit the young man in gray, he straightened up and his whole body burst out with great momentum.

His eyes also became as deep as black crystal.

The next second, a frozen chill poured out like a substance.

The three scalpels made a clanging sound and stopped in front of the young man in gray as if frozen.

Then there was a clicking sound, and all three scalpels shattered and fell to the ground.

So weird!

Feng Chu suddenly shivered: "You are Tang Beixuan——"
Chapter completed!