The flashlight in Wanyue's hand suddenly went out, leaving only darkness and Yao Da's laughter in the hall.
Nathan Xiao couldn't see anything, because even though the curtains had been drawn long ago, those thick curtains didn't allow even a ray of light to penetrate.
There was a noise and a sound of fighting coming from the darkness, and even the sound of Miao Feng's wheelchair shaking as he drew his sword.
Nathan Xiao didn't dare to move or make a sound.
The noise around him was getting louder and louder, so that he didn't even dare to move a finger. He felt like he was in the vortex of a fight between masters in martial arts novels, and any movement could be fatal!
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