No.
Don't use that sword light.
If that house servant armed with a syringe-like hidden weapon's target had been us, instead of wearing heavy armor, we'd have been riddled with holes ten times out of ten.
'Luckily, the assassin targeted those eight kids.' This thought quickly crossed Mr. Yu's mind, but he silently spat and scolded himself—what kind of nonsense was that?
Close call.
A flash of shame washed over him, followed by an intense fury. Mr. Yu shouted sternly: "There's a traitor among us, hidden incredibly well, investigate..."
"No need, it's not a traitor."
Zhou Ping'an shook his head.
"This person's face shows signs of disguise, likely a temporary transformation into the appearance of one of the brothers here."
