"What a strange feeling, eh?"
The moment Yan Moshan's body was trapped in the thick white fog, the other six black-clad assassins swarmed in and attacked!
However, after rushing towards him, these assassins only surrounded Yan Moshan, pointing their weapons at him from a distance without making a further move!
Then, one of the assassins spoke to Yan Moshan again.
"Yan Moshan, are you willing to attend our young lady's gathering now?"
A smile appeared on Yan Moshan's face as he said,
"I don't take kindly to being threatened, but the most important point is that you haven't beaten me yet, have you?"
"Nonsense, you're nothing but a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. How could you possibly not have lost yet?"
One of the assassins, unable to contain his impatience any longer, stepped forward and berated Yan Moshan!
"Hmph, waiting to be slaughtered? That's a fine phrase! But it suits you lot perfectly!" Yan Moshan said with a cold laugh.