Nan Sichen's eyes narrowed slightly as he stepped back, reaching out to flip over the nearby dining table and crashing it down on top of them.
The group, however, wasn't about to back off. Though pained from the impact, they only grew fiercer, continuing to swing their blades at Nan Sichen.
He dodged left and right, evading each attack, and asked in a deep voice, "Who sent you?"
"Obviously someone who wants you dead. But once you're dead, don't bother looking for us. We're just taking money to solve someone else's problems," replied one of the group, a man with a scar on his face.
"Was it Li Bingcheng?" Nan Sichen didn't even need to think to figure it out.
