"Don't look at me with that expression."
Dongchuan Ichiro spread his hands toward Lin Beichen, a look of grievance on his face. This kind of performance might deceive others, but it couldn't fool Lin Beichen.
"You know why I'm here."
Lin Beichen's tone was flat, as if he were talking about something unrelated to himself, yet Dongchuan Ichiro could feel a strong murderous intent from Lin Beichen.
The two men standing behind Dongchuan Ichiro frowned slightly, reached for the Wooden Sword at their waists, and took two steps forward, but were quickly stopped by Dongchuan Ichiro.
"You made a wise choice. If those two make a move, I guarantee your corpse will hit the ground in the next second."
Lin Beichen's voice, cold as if from the Nine Netherworld, reached the ears of Dongchuan Ichiro and his men. Upon hearing Lin Beichen's words, the two men showed anger and were about to move forward again, but as they looked up, they found Lin Beichen had disappeared before them.
