Nan Mufeng pulled off the hood, revealing his face: "It's me."
Fang Ping froze for a moment, then stepped aside: "Leave this to you!" He then led the others to chase after X and Yuan Rong.
"Mr. Han!"
Nan Mufeng kneeled beside Mr. Han, a poisoned dagger was stuck in Mr. Han's right shoulder. The dagger must be removed quickly; otherwise, more poison would invade his body.
He grasped the handle of the dagger with both hands: "Hold on, I'll help you take it out."
"Are you... okay?" Mr. Han asked with difficulty.
Nan Mufeng paused, shook his head: "I'm fine, you're injured..."
"That's good." Mr. Han exhaled a sigh of relief, and then his vision turned black as he passed out.
Meanwhile, across the road, Pei Di stood under the window, watching them in horror. The room was filled with the aroma of baking.
Unbelievably, Old Uncle was killed by Nan Mufeng!
