บท 592: Manipulation

Shangguan Nu's instinct as a killer kicked in. He turned and jumped to one side as his iron hook pulled up his trousers and his left hand reached out for his saber.

But the saber was not there.

It lay on the table a few steps away, next to which stood a woman, another woman.

Shangguan Nu did not foolishly ask 'who are you' or 'how did you come in.' He was instead preparing to attack. Thanks to his father who had cut off one of his hands and replaced it with a weapon, the hook did more than just hook his belt.