The Shadow Dancer immediately flew into a rage, "Bullshit!"
Just like Ji Xinghuo, he carried a bow and arrows, but at close range, the bow and arrows were difficult to use, so he drew the longsword at his waist and pointed it at Xia Qingyu, shouting, "Both of you, apologize to the captain right now, or don’t even think about stepping out of this tent today."
The Martial Artist also rushed into the tent, carrying a long spear.
Outside, the Evil Wind Guest’s pupils stood erect like a snake’s, his skin turned green, and he conjured blades of Qi Flow in his hands.
Huangyan Lan, the one at the center of the affair, stood there motionless, just watching Ji Xinghuo.
"What, you want to fight?"
Xia Qingyu was unafraid, already clutching two short swords in his hands.
Misha, who had been lying on the bed, turned over and got up, holding a huge axe, ready to join the fray at any moment. As a Highlander, she never feared battle, it only excited her more.
The Shadow Dancer sternly rebuked.
The atmosphere in the tent was tense as swords were drawn and bows stretched; the commotion of the conflict drew the attention of mercenaries from surrounding tents who crowded around to watch the excitement.
Xia Qingyu and the Shadow Dancer faced off, neither willing to give in, and it seemed they were about to collide.
Ji Xinghuo rubbed his forehead.
He just sat at the entrance of the tent watching the commotion, but somehow it had led to a conflict.
These Evolvers of the Deserted People and Mutants were all Fourth Rank, equivalent to Super Mutants on Earth, with outstanding strength, having seen much of the world, and not lacking in women’s company. How could they be so bewitched by Huangyan Lan? Could a mere "Huangyan" surname carry so much false prestige as to be worth all this trouble to defend?
Ji Xinghuo looked at Huangyan Lan, "Please restrain your teammates."
Huangyan Lan remained silent.
In truth, she was also in a difficult position. At this juncture, if she asked her teammates to back off, it would just confirm Xia Qingyu’s words and also hurt her teammates’ pride.
Her teammates were so emotionally charged precisely because Xia Qingyu had hit a nerve.
Lies don’t hurt people; the truth is the sharp knife.
Ji Xinghuo’s mind raced as he guessed Huangyan Lan’s thoughts and the cause of the current situation. With an air of helplessness, he knew he had to step in and quickly resolve the situation before it got out of hand.
Without another word, he used Flash Step to appear right in front of the Shadow Dancer, nearly face to face, just half a step away.
Ji Xinghuo threw a punch.
The Shadow Dancer had been keeping an eye on Ji Xinghuo, always on guard, but was still caught off guard.
Just as his Mysterious Footsteps lifted, trailing an afterimage, his chest was punched, his body paralyzed with an electric current, and he was sent flying outside the tent.
The nearby Martial Artist reacted extremely quickly, thrusting with his long spear.
With a ringing clang, the spear’s point struck the scales on Ji Xinghuo’s palm, who then grabbed the spear tip and pushed forward, sending the butt of the spear back into the Martial Artist’s chest, sending him flying out after the Shadow Dancer.
The long spear shot out with them, pinning into the ground at the foot of a Plant Witch, interrupting the vines he was manipulating.
Then there was a roar of thunder.
The Evil Wind Guest, who was gathering Qi Flow for an assault on the tent, was struck by lightning that fell from the sky, his body stiffening as he fell to the ground, rigid.
In the blink of an eye, all four men were knocked down at Huangyan Lan’s feet, but none were seriously injured.
They jumped up immediately, ready to attack again, only to realize that their captain, Huangyan Lan, had still not made a move, always staring at Ji Xinghuo inside the tent, her eyes shining, and her expression somewhat peculiar.
"Why aren’t you helping us?"
Huangyan Lan seemed not to have heard them, until after her teammates called her several times, then she finally turned her head to glance at them.
The four men felt as if struck by lightning, immediately guessing the truth.