Zhao Yunfeng toyed with the butterfly knife in his hand, flipping it through a series of dazzling flourishes. Beside him, "Shangguan Wanling" held a karambit, its blade glinting coldly in the moonlight. Behind them, the fat man gripped a pair of Emei daggers and said, "I'm telling you, Brother Feng, Sister Ling, why don't we just go in and wipe them out? If you ask me, you're both overthinking this..."
