"Little Yaoyao, I'm going to take you to see the show!"
Zhou Fan gently patted Chen Yao. Then, not bothering to see if she had snapped out of her daze, he spun them around a few times before stopping beside Vatican.
"Don't get too mesmerized. It's showtime!" Zhou Fan whispered as he passed Vatican, then led Chen Yao over to a spot not far from Chu Wen and Xiaolu.
"'A show? What show?' Only now, after being led in a partial spin by Zhou Fan, did Chen Yao finally react. She lifted her blushing face and whispered her question."
CRACK!
Before Zhou Fan could respond, a sharp crack echoed out. Vatican had already made his move!
Although the light was dim, Vatican was a master, after all, so this was a simple task for him. The moment one of the men approached, Vatican's hand shot out and grabbed his arm. With a bit of pressure, the man's arm snapped. He then struck the man's neck with the edge of his hand, knocking him unconscious.
