Martial Aunt Elga learns her lesson (2)

"Handsome brother! The monster is almost here! Please let us go!"

"We will be burned or stomped to death! Please, please, have conscience."

Long Haoran's brushed over their forms. The memories of their suspicious behavior resurfaced in his mind. He took out his dagger. "I'll set you free, but each of you must split up and run in different directions. I will take the west." This way, he will have some time to escape.

Long Haoran's request wasn't too much, and the four nodded immediately, although each had cunning thoughts.

The moment the ropes were cut, Serbi summoned his dagger and tried to stab Long Haoran, but the latter was already prepared, and a damaged pan smashed Serbi's face, leaving a clear red mark on another person's face.

Frying Pan: My heart is tired and aching.

Long Haoran was distracted for a second before he inflicted slashed wounds on Serbi's thighs.

Serbi gritted his teeth.