The moment the wooden door was kicked open, a stench of mold mixed with the smell of blood surged into his nostrils. Ye Fan’s pupils suddenly constricted—seven assassins in black were fanned out, and the blood on the blade of the leader was still dripping, striking the Blue Stone Slab with a string of dark red dots.
When the guard-like man pulled off his cloth mask, a chill rose in the back of Ye Fan’s throat—this face that had smiled at him by the city gates was now grinning at the corners like a venomous snake.
"Master Lin said he wants your life, and that Jade Pendant." The guard’s thumb stroked the blade, which reflected Ye Fan’s tensed jawline. Ye Fan’s back pressed against the wooden crate, and he could feel the Jade Pendant growing hot against his chest.
Chapter 47