Several ace bodyguards appeared behind Jian Mingcheng.
Both groups were eager and ready for a fight.
Xinxin clenched her jaw. If I can't regain my standing today, I'll never be able to face Si Yuhuan. Trying to do so through assassination was a weaker strategy than using mercenaries. Everyone Jian Yanjun trained was capable of taking on ten opponents at once; she held little advantage.
That damned Jian Yanjun! Just how many mercenaries has he trained! How come Jian Xi has some, and Jian Mingcheng has them too?!
Jian Xi knew that if she didn't intervene, a major clash was likely.
"Enough!" Si Yuhuan snapped impatiently, a cold snort escaping him.
Jian Xi stepped back.
Xinxin immediately raised her hand.
The members of Secret Gate withdrew.
Jian Mingcheng's eyes fell on Si Yuhuan's hand gripping Xinxin's arm, and his brow furrowed slightly. "Si Yuhuan, you'd best watch yourself."
He said nothing more, turning and leaving with Wan Yu, who was so drunk she was unconscious.
