"You... are the waitresses from the teahouse!"
As Heizi saw his own men lying motionless on the ground, he finally recognized these two women. Weren't they the waitresses he had seen in the afternoon? He never expected them to descend like fairies, only to then embark on a killing spree.
It was as he instinctively looked up that his gaze met Lin Fan's.
"Not bad memory, it's them. Now you realize you weren't too hasty, spared yourselves a beating, huh?"
Lin Fan was leaning on the balcony with his hands, smiling and waving at Heizi, while at that moment, Zhu Zhixuan was squatting down below the balcony, continuing to lick his Iron Pestle, completely indifferent to the chaos unfolding below.
"Brother, this is the guy our boss wants, what's with your meddling in our business?"
Heizi clenched his fists, yet dared not make a move. He had witnessed firsthand the capabilities of these sister fighters.
