Saving Feng Xiaoyu

A heavy silence descended upon the alleyway, broken only by the ragged breaths of Feng Xiaoyu and Dong Aigou. Wang Jian's amused grin sent shivers down their spines, his casual demeanor contrasting sharply with the intensity of the preceding battle.

 

"Well, well," he drawled, his gaze flitting between them like a predator studying its prey. "Seems like the party's come to an unexpected halt. Why the sudden change of heart, folks? Don't let me interrupt your, uh, 'sparring session'. Carry on, I assure you, it's quite entertaining."

 

Shock contorted Dong Aigou's features. He couldn't fathom Wang Jian's intentions. Was it a trap? Was he waiting for Dong Aigou to lower his guard before launching an attack? A bead of sweat trickled down his temple.