Sword Dojo backstage.
Lu Heng began preparing for the martial arts duel. Despite being in the backstage rest room, he could still hear the noisy bustle outside the Sword Dojo.
Lin Zeyu was rubbing his hands together eagerly, looking as if all arrangements were in place. He leaned close to Lu Heng and said,
"You go all out when fighting, and if something seems off, just give me a look. I've arranged two hundred men in the neighboring hotel. At your command, we'll rush in!"
Lu Heng glanced at him, thinking this guy really doesn't know what to make of the situation.
To have quietly arranged so many people.
Actually, arranging so many people probably wouldn't be necessary, but with hundreds of people from Fusang arriving for the duel, even if just to support, there was the fear of an actual confrontation breaking out.
If a fight really broke out, without those two hundred men, it would indeed be hard to control the crowd.
Su Muyu stood by, twirling her hair with her fingers.
