Zi Mou smiled. Sometimes, Feng Yi was particularly reassuring. Would she even be able to withstand the fierce onslaught of Cangmu Kuang Qi for a few breaths? She had some doubts earlier, after all, Feng Yi had neither denied nor admitted in the past. Indeed, as it was evident today, the black-robed assassin who fought Franklin was him.
A group of officers on the observation platform looked at each other. They eventually turned their attention to Weirbo, "Headmaster, you should tell us about this person's background."
"Hehe, no rush, everyone will understand when the confrontation is over."