The Magnificent Son-in-law

It was a face hard to describe with words, almost no longer recognizable as a face.

If anything, it was more like a human skin pasted onto a skull, with muscles severely atrophied, making one wonder if he was an alien at first glance.

Additionally, when Jian Zhesi changed masks, the gaps in his black robe revealed his figure.

The clothes were clearly tight-fitting, yet they appeared loose, like a scarecrow wearing clothes in a wheat field.

"I just want to know who set up the trap just now?" the Black man asked gloomily.

"It was me!"

Fujiwara Keiaki stepped out fearlessly and admitted it, then spoke earnestly, "Thanks for recognizing it. There are more traps ahead; do you want to step on them all?"

Su Yuzhuo glanced at Fujiwara Keiaki in surprise; she couldn't recall him being in the habit of making jokes.

Could it be that staying with Xiao Feng and Zhao Guo'an for too long had influenced him?

"Very well, but I just wonder how many punches an old bag of bones like you can take," the Black man said through gritted teeth.

As soon as the words fell, Fujiwara Keiaki pulled sharply on the rope tied to his wrist.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

In an instant, dense sounds of the wind-breaking emerged.

On the originally flat ground, dozens of bamboo arrows appeared, all flying towards the nine people at the entrance of the courtyard.

No one spoke; the nine people spread out simultaneously, easily dodging a round of volleys.

Fujiwara Keiaki was unsurprised; opponents of this caliber couldn't be defeated by just one or two traps.

Just like when the Black man previously fell into a pit; if it were an ordinary person, even if they knew some moves, it would have been a dead end.

But the Black man merely screamed twice, his body pierced with some holes, unable to inflict fatal damage.

Simultaneously, Xiao Feng and Fujiwara Keiaki, together with Su Yuzhuo, surged out of the courtyard, not intending to give the nine any respite.

The effeminate one laughed instead of becoming scared: "Yanhuang, you know, I've always been curious about your size. Let me check it out today."

"Check your mom!" Xiao Feng raised his leg for a kick. Simultaneously, the dagger in his boot was drawn.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the effeminate one was kicked back repeatedly.

Yet amidst this, he still managed to talk: "To be so rude upon first meeting truly shows how little you know about appreciating beauty, but I like this attitude."

Xiao Feng approached with the dagger held in reverse. He was used to teasing others; when had it been his turn to be teased?

Especially not by such a disgusting creature!

However, just as the dagger was about to touch the opponent's neck, the effeminate one pulled off the gas mask from his face and slapped himself unabashedly.

"..." Xiao Feng.

What kind of move was this?

Could it be that he was admitting defeat and pleading by slapping his own face?

The next moment, the burning sensation in his eyes snapped him out of bewilderment.

"Damn!"

Xiao Feng cursed furiously and had to stop, retreating while shouting, "Throw me a bottle of water!"

Zhao Guo'an quickly obliged, took a bottle of water from his backpack, and threw it over: "Old Xiao, catch it."

Xiao Feng squinted against the pain, glanced at the trajectory of the thrown bottle, and reached out in advance, catching it.

After opening it, he rinsed his eyes decisively.

Not understanding the situation, Zhao Guo'an only thought Xiao Feng was being fastidious, having the leisure to wash his eyes at such a time?

After emptying the bottle, the pain subsided significantly, but Xiao Feng felt oddly nervous inside, suspecting that whatever had gotten into his eyes might be poisonous.

And the effeminate one seemed to see through his thoughts, laughingly covering his mouth, "Don't worry, it's just my makeup. It's non-toxic and very expensive. Why don't we find a place to chat privately?"

Xiao Feng said nothing, rushing forward again, the discomfort in his heart making him desperately want to stab this effeminate one to death.

On the other side, Fujiwara Keiaki had already clashed with the Black man.

"Clang!"

The iron glove forcefully blocked the bright long blade.

The Black man grinned, "Old man, get ready for the journey!"

With that said, he immediately hugged Fujiwara Keiaki without reservation, intending to jump into the trap just now.

Fujiwara Keiaki held the handle of the knife with both hands, the blade pointed back at himself, as if attempting suicide.

"Puff!"

A third of the blade pierced into the Black man's back.

"Ahh... Comfortable!"

The Black man screamed pathetically while exclaiming in comfort, his speed even accelerating.

As Fujiwara Keiaki was about to be pushed into the trap, the little girl flung her long whip outward.

"Snap!"

The whip hit the Black man's arm, further entangling it.

The little girl pulled hard, interrupting the Black man's rhythm.

And in that moment, Fujiwara Keiaki quickly broke free, the long blade slicing like lightning, piercing into the Black man's abdomen.

"Puff!"

Everything went so smoothly, it felt unreal to Fujiwara Keiaki, as if the foe deliberately wanted to be killed by him.

However, the next moment, the Black man pulled off his mask, revealing a sinister smile.

Fujiwara Keiaki's heart skipped a beat; years of fighting experience warned him that something bad was imminent.

Almost instinctively, he began to retreat, but the Black man suddenly lunged at him.

"Bang!"

Fujiwara Keiaki fell heavily to the ground, right behind him was a trap lined with spikes.

Unexpectedly, the Black man pressing on him didn't try to push him in, instead lowered his head decisively.

To an onlooker, it seemed like the Black man was trying to forcefully kiss Fujiwara Keiaki.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Fujiwara Keiaki screamed painfully, kicking the Black man off him with all his might, flames of anger flickering in his eyes as if threatening to devour everything.

"Fujiwara Uncle!" Su Yuzhuo stared with wide eyes, noticing Fujiwara Keiaki was missing an ear, her gaze ignited with a similar fury.

"How could this..." The little girl couldn't accept the scene before her.

Lu Yao took a deep breath, confident that when she advised the little girl and Lin Jiaxuan, Fujiwara Keiaki heard her.

Yet he still chose to fight close to the Black man. The gains were notable, ending up stabbing the foe both in the back and abdomen, but the cost was losing an ear.

"Crunch! Crunch!"

The Black man chewed heartily, crimson blood spilling from his mouth, and mumbled, "Old man, the meat is tough, really hard to swallow!"

Despite the claim of distaste, he struggled to swallow the content in his mouth.

"Just die!"

Fujiwara Keiaki shouted grievously, his fury propelling him to close in on the Black man almost instantly.