129: flatter

"What are you afraid of? Haven't the Gao Family always been here?" Li Changfeng reached out and pointed at the Black-Clothed Assassins not far away.

These Black-Clothed Assassins were clearly members of the Gao Family.

This Host had offended the Gao Family when he was at the Auction House.

And there was a high probability that the Black-Clothed Assassins were sent by the Gao Family.

Of course, Li Changfeng could not imagine anyone else taking action here.

"No, Sir, that's not what I'm talking about." Zhang Yun sighed deeply; looking at him, it seemed there was more to the story.

"I'm saying I saw Gao Yuan!"

"I stabbed Gao Yuan; he shouldn't be appearing anywhere!"

"But Gao Yuan has come!"

Zhang Yun felt that something was wrong.

Gao Yuan had been stabbed; even if he were to recover, it couldn't possibly be this fast.

However, Zhang Yun saw Gao Yuan with his arms around girls on both sides as he entered the Restaurant.

This scene was simply too strange.

If Gao Yuan was fine, then who did Zhang Yun stab?

"What did you say? Gao Yuan?" Nan Qingyue's face darkened, and she took a sharp breath, trying to calm herself down.

A cold glint flashed in Li Changfeng's eyes as he clenched his fists tightly.

"That's not right. With those injuries, Gao Yuan shouldn't even be able to get out of bed, so how could he be here?" Li Changfeng also felt that things were a bit odd.

There were only two possibilities for such a thing to happen.

First, the person Zhang Yun stabbed wasn't Gao Yuan, but just a body double.

Second, Gao Yuan was treated by someone and had an extremely strong recovery ability.

But thinking carefully, neither of these possibilities seemed likely, as it was all too strange.

"Master, do you think Gao Yuan might already be dead, and what we just saw was his spirit?" What Nan Qingyue said was even more eerie!

Zhang Yun swallowed hard and took a sharp breath.

At this moment, Zhang Yun was clearly very nervous; after all, he was also afraid of being sought out by that kind of thing.

After all, it was something invisible and intangible that could still take your life.

"But, Sir, are we still going to stay here? With the Black-Clothed Assassins in front and Gao Yuan behind, if we don't leave now, it'll be too late!" Zhang Yun was a bit scared.

To say he wasn't afraid of that kind of thing would be a lie.

Zhang Yun slumped onto the ground, terror showing in his eyes.

"You don't need to be afraid. No matter who comes, I won't let anything happen to you." Li Changfeng reached out and lightly patted Zhang Yun's shoulder.

Li Changfeng was using this method to calm Zhang Yun down.

If Zhang Yun remained like this, Li Changfeng would have to think of a way, because Zhang Yun's current state could easily ruin things.

Li Changfeng had to be extremely careful on this trip; not a single mistake could be tolerated.

"Alright, alright, stop being afraid." Nan Qingyue pouted. "I said Master is here, so what are you afraid of!"

After hearing these words.

Zhang Yun tried his best to calm himself down; he struggled to find composure.

However, Zhang Yun's body was shaking uncontrollably; he simply couldn't calm down.

And just at this moment.

A Black-Clothed Assassin stepped forward with his blade raised, brandishing the Long Saber in his hand.

"Old man, just go to Hell!" The Black-Clothed Assassin suddenly attacked, the Long Saber whistling through the air as it lunged straight for the Host.

Seeing this scene.

The Host did not dare to be the least bit negligent and hurriedly retreated several steps.

Finally, the Host's path was blocked by a wall.

"Oh no! I can't get out!" the Host cried out.

These people claimed to be from the Divine Sword Sect, but why would the Divine Sword Sect want to kill me!

I'm just a Host of the Auction House.

"You are not from the Divine Sword Sect! I have never offended anyone from the Divine Sword Sect, and they have no reason to kill me!" The Host said this intentionally, using this method to trick the Black-Clothed Assassins into talking.

"Who on earth are you!" the Host asked with a dark expression.

But after hearing this.

The Black-Clothed Assassins were all slightly stunned, their pupils constricting sharply.

Having their cover blown, the Black-Clothed Assassins were a bit flustered.

However, the leader of the Black-Clothed Assassins maintained a calm expression.

"Listen up, my Divine Sword Sect is here to kill you to declare war on Mulan Manor. Mulan Manor is so arrogant, it's about time they were taught a lesson!" the leader of the Black-Clothed Assassins said with a grim face.

"To think Mulan Manor actually wants to become Number One in the World!"

"Pah! What garbage!"

"As if they're worthy?"

After saying this, the leader of the Black-Clothed Assassins spat heavily on the ground.

The leader of the Black-Clothed Assassins showed a look of disdain; it seemed he truly loathed the people of Mulan Manor.

It made sense; Mulan Manor was the sole dominant power and committed all sorts of evils throughout the world.

The Mulan Manor disciples were even more arrogant and overbearing.

It was common for many people to find them intolerable.

"You!" The fury in the Host's heart was instantly ignited, and he clenched his fists tightly.

At this moment, if there were any experts from Mulan Manor present, the Host would surely have taught these Black-Clothed Assassins a lesson.

But for now, it was better to back down.

"What about me? What's wrong? You have a problem?" The leader of the Black-Clothed Assassins revealed a fierce expression, clenching his fists as a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

And just then.

The Host changed his expression, putting on a smile.

"Look at what you're saying, how could I have any problem? I just think you're right!" The Host said with a face full of flattery.

This Host could be considered an old hand in the Jianghu; if he didn't even know how to adapt like this, how could he have survived until now?

Don't forget, the Auction House was full of such figures.

If one offended them, would there be any good consequences?

The Host was a typical fence-sitter; he would go wherever the wall was higher.

After hearing this.

The leader of the Black-Clothed Assassins was first slightly stunned, but then he revealed a smile.

Immediately, the leader of the Black-Clothed Assassins stepped forward and came before the Host.

"I say, you old fellow, your mouth is quite likeable." The leader of the Black-Clothed Assassins reached out and heavily patted the Host's shoulder.

The heavy force nearly made the Host spit out blood.

The Host coughed a few times, first allowing himself to calm down.

"Many people have said that, and I think you have very good taste." The Host flattered him strenuously.

Fortunately, the leader of the Black-Clothed Assassins was susceptible to this kind of treatment.

The leader of the Black-Clothed Assassins first waved his hand. "Alright, everyone put your blades down."

"Yes, Boss." The Black-Clothed Assassins responded and immediately lowered their Long Sabers.

These Black-Clothed Assassins did not dare to disobey their leader's orders.

Seeing this.

The Host was overjoyed; it seemed what he had just said was very effective.

Although these guys were quite irritating, at least it worked!