The fat madam was so frightened that her breathing stopped, unable to even let out a scream from her throat.
At the critical moment, Su Luo suddenly came to her senses and shouted, "Wait, don't kill her, we still need to interrogate her!"
The tip of the sword was less than half an inch from her forehead. Su Luo thought it would be too late to stop, but as she shouted, the black-clothed person suddenly retracted his Soft Sword.
Then, like a snake, the sword wound around his fit and powerful waist.
Afraid he would disappear again, Su Luo immediately asked, "Who are you, and why do you keep helping me!"
A flash of impatience crossed the man's face, "I didn't want to, but I had to because I was entrusted."
Contempt filled the eyes that were visible from under his mask.
It was obvious he did not want to take on the task.
Su Luo pressed, "Entrusted by whom?"
"My senior brother!"
"Who is your senior brother?"
"A senior brother is a senior brother!"
"What's his name?"