Just as the arrow was about to pierce Pei Huaian's throat, suddenly a stone flew from the side, diverting the arrow's path. The arrow grazed past his ear and embedded into the wall beside him, leaving behind an arrow hole.
Pei Huaian's eyes intently stared at the location from where the deadly arrow had been shot, only to see two masked men walking slowly from around the corner.
One of the men was tall and slender, while the other was slightly more delicate. Both seemed to be well-trained assassins and looked quite similar to the one from last time.
As the two men slowly approached, Pei Huaian's heart gradually began to race.
But he was more worried about Shao He, unsure of her current condition and more concerned that she might encounter danger.
Indeed, Shao He was not in a good situation either; she was forcefully pushed towards the oncoming carriage.
Fortunately, she was quick-witted, rolling to the side to dodge, but her hand was still grazed.
