Chapter 15

The scene just now kept replaying itself in Le Xaan's mind. He was certain that the robber was of a mind to kill him.

Le Xaan was greatly terrified, and his instincts urged him to do away with the robber immediately.

The end result was that he indeed managed to eliminate his enemy, but his martial arts achievements were also exposed.

"Fortunately, the Black Tiger Blade Style has distinct features. If someone is to investigate me, they could tell that it is apparently from Elder Zaner. That's nothing, but I have to be more careful from now on..."

The horse carriage was still proceeding along slowly.

Jingle tingle, jingle tingle, jingle tingle...

It was unknown when, but a melodious, crisp spate of bell sounds drifted over.

The coachman looked over his shoulder and saw a white horse carriage sped over from a distance behind.

It appeared that the white vehicle was also heading for Gourain City.

Two pure white tall horses were pulling an exquisitely decorated pure white carriage engraved with complicated silver-colored patterns. There was a faint, fragrant scent floating about the carriage.

The three guards slowly put their hands on the blade sheaths and were ready to fight. They had failed in their duty to protect Le Xaan not long ago. The Zein family would definitely heavily punish them if the same situation happened once more.

Their wrists were not that seriously injured. They could still exert eighty percent of their strength.

As veteran soldiers, if they coordinated with each other, even seven or eight ordinary men would be no match for them.

A luxurious white horse carriage was nothing strange.

But it kind of scared them that the speedy horse carriage was racing without a lamp!

Here was the outskirts of the city, and tonight, there was no moonlight under the gloomy sky. Without any illumination, the ground was pitch-black, and a horse carriage could hardly pull along.

But the white horse carriage was racing, still faster than them who had a lamp!

"Something strange!"

One among the guards muttered.

At that moment, Le Xaan lifted the window curtain and looked back, discovering the unlit white horse carriage behind them.

A handsome-looking man was driving the vehicle.

It was right the man beside Deumu Wann that Le Xaan had met at the Underground Gathering.

The white horse carriage didn't stop and brushed past Le Xaan's carriage a while later.

"Eyquo, wait a minute."

A melodious female voice sounded from within the pure white carriage.

The white horse carriage slowed down immediately and kept up with the pace of Le Xaan's.

The curtain of the snowy-white vehicle was lifted, revealing the enchanting visage of a beautiful woman.

It was Deumu Wann!

Le Xaan glanced at her in a composed manner.

"The road was too pitch-black. This young master, may we share your lamp's illumination?"

Deumu Wann returned Le Xaan's glance and smiled at him.

"...Miss Deumu, please help yourself."

Le Xaan replied in a calm tone and was about to draw the curtain.

"May I ask you to do me another favor, this young master?"

Deumu Wann spoke before Le Xaan could give a reply.

"A teapot was knocked over in my carriage, spilling water all over. Could I..."

Le Xaan narrowed his eyes and was a little alerted.

Deumu Waan appeared for some unknown reasons. And Le Xaan didn't know if there was any truth to her words.

She seemed to have been pursuing them and was now chatting with him purposefully. Whether he rejected her or not couldn't reverse her objective.

"Of course, if Miss Deumu does not mind our humble horse carriage, please feel free to join us and rest." Now that he had reached the ultimate pinnacle in the Black Tiger Blade Style and had excellent performances in the two fights, his confidence grew stronger.

Even a top expert like Elder Zaner might be no match for him.

Even though he fell short of combat experience as compared to Elder Zaner, having reached the fourth level in the Black Tiger Blade Style granted him greater explosive power.

If putting restrictions on the length of time, in a small space, he was in no fear of fighting Elder Zaner.

So, regardless of Deumu Wann's possible martial arts strength, Le Xaan could defend himself at least.

"Thank you very much, this kind young master."

Le Xaan ordered the coachman to pull up the horse carriage.

The white horse carriage drew to a halt as well.

Under the flickering light, Deumu Wann, in her black pencil skirt, slowly stepped down from the vehicle.

She raised her head and smiled charmingly at Le Xaan, who opened the door just now. The hearts of the surrounding guards and the coachman skipped a beat at the sight of the woman's exquisite facial features.

She slowly stepped into the carriage beside Le Xaan.

Her fair legs were lengthy and plump. The moment she strode into the carriage, her short black pencil skirts were widened, revealing a glimpse of what was under her skirt to Le Xaan.

"Oopsie."

Right at the moment, Deumu Wann stumbled and fell over Le Xaan's body.

"Watch out."

Le Xaan stretched out his hands to support Deumu Wann.

Meanwhile, he was on guard and snickering coldly to himself. Such a plot twist was a cliché in Earth's romantic dramas, and he, of course, was well aware of it.

Nonetheless, he did not display his vigilance on his face and decided to tackle this woman with a more warm-hearted attitude.

Deumu Wann weakly fell into his arms.

Her soft, ample bosom brushed against Le Xaan's forearms.

Deumu Wann immediately lowered her head with a blushed face and timidly stood straight.

Le Xaan tried to help her up tenderly.

"Thank you, this young master." Deumu Wann said in a gentle voice.

"You are welcome, please take a seat."

Le Xaan helped her into the carriage, where she took a seat on one side.

The space inside the carriage was commodious, with two rows of four seats.