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Chapter 345 Broken Sword, He Doesn't Deserve It
"Jiang Hanying, what are you doing?"

Duanmu Long couldn't help but let out a low shout; she simply couldn't remain calm at this moment.

It's true that the friend who gave her the identification code was a top-tier guest here, and they were indeed able to enjoy the highest level of service after entering the place; whatever they wanted to do could be satisfied.

But that doesn't mean you can openly cause trouble while someone is performing!

This not only provoked the behind-the-scenes owner of Lan Palace, but also abruptly ended the fun and enjoyment of other guests.

Are the guests who can get into this place ordinary guests?

Most people don't even know that such a place exists!

Will they be able to leave tonight?
The thought of possibly calling his great-aunt and asking her to come over late at night or to find someone to bail him out made Duanmu Long's vision go black again.

Jiang Han didn't hear Duanmu Long's questioning; in fact, she really didn't care at the moment.

She stood up, went up on the stage, walked straight to the young man in ancient costume on the stage, and swiftly ripped off the black mask from his face.

Beneath the mask was a face with whom he had once had a bad encounter.

"It's really you."

Lin An pursed his lips and remained silent.

Jiang Hanying glanced down at his hand, which was still trembling slightly and uncontrollably as he held the sword, and said, "What a good dog!"

She spoke in a low voice, and only Lin An could hear what she was saying. His eyes narrowed involuntarily, and his lips tightened even more.

As for Duanmu Long and the others sitting in the audience, all they could see was Jiang Hanying opening her mouth and saying something.

Seeing this development, Duanmu Long felt a mix of anxiety and doubt.

But she couldn't go on stage and stand in front of everyone like Jiang Hanying. She could only look at Pei Yuan, who had also stood up but was still in place, and ask, "Does she know that man on stage?"

Pei Yuan was frowning as she looked at the face of the man standing opposite Han Ying. When she heard Duanmu Long ask her, she quickly replied, "I, I don't know, but that man does look a little familiar."

Duanmu Long: "..."

This answer isn't much better than no answer at all!

There are so many people in this world who look familiar!
Seeing that Lin An was stubbornly refusing to speak, Jiang Hanying didn't bother to say another word to him.

This is similar to Feng Xiaoyu; her mind is still working, but it's already dead in her eyes.

She couldn't very well kill him in front of everyone.

He turned around and walked to the sword that was still stuck diagonally in the ground, and pulled it out with one swift motion.

This caused the guest sitting next to him to lean back in a tactical manner.

He was afraid that Jiang Hanying might not hold it properly and it would slip towards him.

The sword that can be stuck into the floor is not only real, it's definitely sharpened!
This is no joke.

Jiang Hanying didn't even glance at him. She held the sword in one hand and pinched the middle of the blade between the index and middle fingers of the other hand, her fingers moving expressionlessly.

With a soft "snap," the meticulously forged sword broke in two.

To wield a sword in front of her is a joke!

The guest who witnessed her sword breakage stared wide-eyed, and even questioned his own existence.

Could I have guessed wrong? Is this sword just a prop?

What just happened...?

Before he could even muster the courage to get closer and see if the sword was real or fake, Jiang Hanying had already walked off the stage.

Before jumping off the stage, he threw the broken sword in his hand into the center of the stage without even turning his head.

Lin An's pupils contracted, and without thinking, he quickly dodged.

The very next second after he dodged, the broken sword and its severed tip plunged deep into the ground almost simultaneously where he had been standing.

If he hadn't dodged, his foot would have been pierced!

I instantly felt the soles of my feet were cold.

The guest who had just wanted to get closer to examine the broken sword: "..."

This time I'm really scared!

Jiang Hanying returned to her seat and popped a piece of chrysanthemum pastry from the plate into her mouth. She then pressed the call button on the armrest and tilted her head at Pei Yuan, saying, "I'm leaving, I'm not watching anymore." She had been in a good mood, but now it was all gone.

"Ah, good, good."

Although she didn't know how Sister Hanying planned to get out, she unconditionally trusted Sister Hanying!
Jiang Hanying then looked at Duanmu Long.

Duanmu Long subconsciously stood up, wanting to say something but not knowing how.

Having caused such a huge mess, do you really think they can leave this place so easily?
Soon, the young man in the white shirt who had previously received them rushed over after being called.

However, compared to his previous enthusiasm and ease, the young man's face now showed more tension and bewilderment.

This was the first time he had ever served a customer who dared to cause trouble here and then come back to call him after the trouble was over!
"lead the way."

Pei Yuan: "..."

So that's how you get out! It really is simple and straightforward!

"Ah, yes, yes, but this..."

Before he could finish speaking, his superior's voice suddenly came through the earpiece, "Let them pass."

The young man was momentarily stunned, then, regaining his composure, he made a more respectful gesture of invitation, “Three distinguished guests, please, I will escort you out.”

Hearing that they could really leave like that, Duanmu Long couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

If it were her father or her great-aunt who came, it would be fine; they could still manage to escape unscathed.

But now, even though she thinks highly of herself, she doesn't think she has that much face in front of the master of Lan Palace.

That can only be...

She suddenly turned her head to look at Jiang Hanying, who was stuffing another chrysanthemum pastry into her mouth.

Jiang Hanying: "I feel we can't waste it."

She was angry at a few individuals here, but not at the food itself.

This area is clearly divided.

Duanmu Long: "..."

I'm speechless!

Under the silent gaze of everyone present, the three of them walked smoothly back to the hall they had entered from, and then walked out of the villa.

Duanmu Long stood at the end of the red carpet in front of the gate, sent a message to the driver to bring the car over, and while waiting, he couldn't help but look back at the big villa behind him.

She still couldn't quite believe it.

After Jiang Hanying caused such a big mess, they were released so smoothly, without even having to explain or apologize.

It's practically a fantasy!
Pei Yuan was even calmer than Duanmu Long this time, after all, she always had a mysterious trust in her sister Hanying.

However, there was still one question I didn't have a chance to ask earlier: "Sister, why did you interrupt that person's sword dance on stage when you were inside?"

She felt that the person's sword dance was quite good; it was probably the best sword dance she had ever seen.

I only got to see half of it, and I didn't get to see the rest of the segment, which should have been about Dongmei. It's a real shame.

Duanmu Long quietly pricked up her ears; she wanted to know too!

"He doesn't deserve it!"

Pei Yuan: "..."

Duanmu Long: "..."

What kind of answer is this?
What's there to say about whether this sword dance is worthy or not?
Seeing that Sister Hanying didn't want to say anything more about it, Pei Yuan had no choice but to hold back and not ask any further questions.

Seeing this, Duanmu Long, who was even more distant from Duanmu Long, knew better than to say anything more.

A white minivan slowly pulled up, the door opened, and Duanmu Long hurriedly got in first.

This is her first time here, and probably her last.

Before getting into the car, Jiang Hanying looked up at one of the lit windows on the third floor of the villa. There stood a figure backlit, whose face was still unclear, just like before.

But that didn't stop her from reaching out and giving the middle finger.

Damn you!
It'd better fall into her hands as soon as possible!