In the midst of conversation, Lu Yu spoke with eloquence, standing effortlessly in place, showing not the slightest hint of tension, because in his eyes, the few people before him were not his match at all!
Upon hearing these words, the leading man's eyelids twitched violently; now he furrowed his brows, then a fierce glint exploded in his eyes. He spoke: "Hmph, so what if you know? We far outnumber you; facing these odds, you are definitely not our match!"
While speaking, the leading man steeled his heart and spoke coldly. Meanwhile, the few beside him held their knives across their chests, looking at Lu Yu, speaking coldly.
"Oh, really?"
Upon hearing the leading man's words, Lu Yu merely smiled slightly, his face full of scorn, giving a glance conveying contempt.
