Fortunately, although Jin Tuantuan looked a bit disheveled, she wasn't seriously injured.
Zhang Yang took out a homemade ointment and applied it to Jin Tuantuan's face.
"Don't touch water until tomorrow morning, rest assured, it won't leave any scars."
Jin Tuantuan wasn't concerned about these things, as an assassin, she had plenty of scars on her body already.
What Jin Tuantuan cared about was being actually plotted against by those little Luoluo today.
"Zhang Yang, I can't swallow this anger, I must do something."
Zhang Yang understood Jin Tuantuan's short temper, once it flared up, no one could stop her.
Zhang Yang certainly didn't plan to let those people go either; since they encountered them, they naturally had to send a greeting.
It was just right to test how many experts from the Qingyi Sect came this time.
