Famed Sword

"Su Qianqian, put down the sword!"

Zhao Xidong's scolding seemed rather useless to the crowd.

That was because Su Qianqian didn't even bother listening to him after knowing that they were on the same side. She simply called in a subdued tone, "Sister Rao."

Rao Yinyin knew what that meant. Su Qianqian was about to make a move, and she looked at Zhao Xidong.

"Enforcer Zhao…"

An alluring, mesmerizing voice sounded directly in Zhao Xidong's ears, and for some reason, he was compelled to turn around and look at the woman in the red dress.

The very moment their eyes met, Zhao Xidong only felt a rumbling in his mind, and soft, pinkish colors blossomed, making everything look misty.

His expression turned strange in that very instant, and he looked seemingly content yet shy.

Eventually, he couldn't help but lunge forward, but only grabbed thin air. He then slumped to the ground, looking very drunk.

"So huge."