章 1740: Face-slapping, Round 10 (7)

But because of those petty tricks, Five wasn't able to catch Feng Wu right away. Moreover, the distance between them was getting bigger.

Whoosh —

Feng Wu jumped into the mud.

A moment later, Five arrived as well.

He frowned when he saw the black swamp.

The mud was giving off a stench.

Everywhere he looked, he only saw the undisturbed surface of the swamp.

"That girl has to be here!"

As a captain, Five would never jump into the mud himself.

Hence, he crossed his hands behind his back and looked at the swamp.

With him here, Feng Wu would never be able to run away.

He had cornered Feng Wu in this swamp.

Just then, all of Five's men arrived.

In the assassin organization, every captain had thirty men under them. Unlike Six, who had brought all his men with him, Five had only brought ten.

"Captain!"

The ten men bowed at him.