Han Shuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but there was nothing he could do. He could only comply with Phoebe's tugging, and the two of them walked to the dance floor.
After arriving at the dance floor, Han Shuo saw businessmen and some dignitaries, all holding the waists of young ladies as they danced gracefully on the dance floor. When Han Shuo was brought to a corner by Phoebe, he stared blankly and didn't move at all. He only narrowed his eyes to observe the dance steps of these people, hoping that it wouldn't be too embarrassing later.
"Come, put your arm around my waist." Phoebe twisted her body and stood face to face with Han Shuo. She raised her slender jade-like hand, and her left hand had already fallen into Han Shuo's right hand. Then Phoebe's right hand twisted Han Shuo's left hand and placed it on her own waist.
As soon as Phoebe's small hand fell into Han Shuo's big hand, Han Shuo's heart fluttered for no reason. The smooth, warm, and boneless little hand was very comfortable to the touch. Han Shuo couldn't help but pinch Phoebe's palm, causing Phoebe's entire body to tremble slightly, and her cheeks unknowingly became rosy.
Glaring at Han Shuo, Phoebe said softly: "Don't misbehave!"
When Han Shuo's big hand fell on Phoebe's waist, the two of them were so close that they could smell each other's scent. Even when they spoke, the breath in their mouths would blow into each other's nostrils and mouth.
"Let's go, I'll lead you to dance. Just follow my rhythm." Phoebe didn't dare to look directly at Han Shuo. She lowered her head and said softly. She took a deep breath, and put her empty little hand on Han Shuo's shoulder, and slowly walked to the dance floor.
Accompanied by the melodious and beautiful music, Phoebe seemed to open up her heart. She didn't continue to be reserved and didn't dare to look directly at Han Shuo. Her beautiful eyes stared deeply at Han Shuo, and she explained the essentials of the dance to Han Shuo in a low voice.
With Han Shuo's current eyesight and intelligence, he had already understood the rhythm of the dance after a round of observation just now. After listening to Phoebe's careful explanation and following Phoebe's lead for a few steps, he immediately grasped the essentials. His initial unfamiliarity slowly became proficient.
Phoebe was a swordmaster, and her own strength was great. Her body's flexibility and agility were naturally extraordinary, and Han Shuo, who had experienced the refinement of magical yuan, had all aspects of his body that surpassed ordinary people. When the two's bodies were close together, their coordination reached the same level, and their dance immediately became very harmonious and moving.
Their bodies leaning against each other, and their hands holding each other, their coordination was very tacit. Often, when Phoebe sent a glance over, Han Shuo would be able to understand Phoebe's meaning, and his footsteps followed Phoebe's slow and fast movements as he spun. This kind of wonderful feeling made Phoebe and Han Shuo's hearts ripple with a peculiar feeling at the same time.
When the song ended, both of them felt a bit unsatisfied, and then the next song started. Phoebe directly pulled Han Shuo and danced again. The two cooperated tacitly, and the handsome man and beautiful woman danced gracefully, performing the dance song to perfection once again, attracting the attention of many in the audience.
As his heart was in a good mood, Han Shuo's eyes swept around and suddenly noticed Emily, who was dancing with old Hahn not far away. A pair of eyes filled with jealousy focused hatefully on his body. This made Han Shuo's heart jump, and he smiled bitterly at Emily from afar.
Seeing that Han Shuo had finally noticed her gaze, Emily felt a bit angry in her heart. She fiercely rolled her eyes at Han Shuo, telling Han Shuo that she was truly jealous.
At this time, Han Shuo really had no way of explaining anything, and could only smile bitterly at Emily from afar. At this time, a few waiters appeared from three directions. Their gazes flickered, and their footsteps were light and slow, as if they were hiding something.
Originally, Han Shuo didn't pay much attention, but his sensitive ears seemed to filter out the melodious music, and he heard an extremely faint "ding" sound. This sound was like the sound of jade or jewelry touching metal.
His heart slightly stirred, Han Shuo's expression tensed, and his gaze involuntarily began to carefully examine the waiters who had just appeared. Just as everyone was immersed in the romantic dance, the appearance of a few waiters carrying trays of wine seemed a bit abrupt. In addition, although the waiters' gazes were calm, they would involuntarily fall on old Hahn on the dance floor, and there was a faint cold glint in their gazes.
Following Han Shuo's observation, Han Shuo saw the waiters slowly converge in one direction from several directions. Based on Emily and old Hahn's dance steps, they would move to where the waiters were in the span of a few breaths. From the waiters' gazes, Han Shuo faintly felt that something was wrong.
His heart stirred, Han Shuo's forehead leaned forward, and he moved his lips to Phoebe's ear. Phoebe, who was immersed in the dance, instantly sensed Han Shuo's movements. Her heart was thrown into chaos, and the redness of her cheeks spread to her neck.
Phoebe first moved her neck slightly to the left, as if she wanted to increase the distance between Han Shuo's lips and her neck. After moving like this, Phoebe quickly lifted her head to sneak a glance at Han Shuo, and discovered that Han Shuo's brows were furrowed. This made Phoebe's heart even more flustered.
After hesitating for a moment, Phoebe seemed to make up her mind. She secretly rolled her eyes at Han Shuo, and her neck no longer evaded. Her blushing cheeks seemed to be waiting for something.
"Those waiters seem to want to harm old Hahn and Madam Emily. I made a joke out of old Hahn just now. Move over with me now, I'll return old Hahn a favor." Han Shuo finally moved his lips to Phoebe's ear, and spoke softly.
Her body first trembled with anticipation, and when Han Shuo finished speaking, Phoebe's body suddenly stiffened from softness. A trace of disappointment flashed through her heart, and she pulled away from Han Shuo, using her gaze to indicate to Han Shuo that she understood.
Seeing Phoebe's gaze, Han Shuo, who had a good rapport with her, already knew that Phoebe understood everything. Nodding his head, Han Shuo didn't say anything more. He and Phoebe secretly changed their dance steps, unknowingly swapping places with another person, and quickly moving towards old Hahn and Emily.
For Han Shuo, he was of course not doing this to return old Hahn a favor, but entirely because Emily was there. When Emily, who was dancing with old Hahn, saw Han Shuo repeatedly blink at her, she thought that Han Shuo was feeling guilty and trying to explain something. She glared angrily at Han Shuo and turned her head away, no longer looking at Han Shuo, seeming to be at the height of her anger.
Seeing that danger was approaching, Han Shuo's heart grew calmer and calmer. His gaze focused on the bodies of the waiters, his mind clearly calculating the route and timing of their attack, calculating precisely when they would make their move.
When Emily and old Hahn finally reached that corner, Han Shuo's large hand that was wrapped around Phoebe's waist suddenly exerted force, and the two's spinning steps abruptly sped up as they moved towards Emily.
At the same time, the previously peaceful gazes and temperaments of the fake waiters, who had been waiting for a long time, suddenly changed. A cold and sinister aura emanated from their bodies. The hands holding the wine trays suddenly raised with force, and the wine trays flew fiercely towards Emily and old Hahn. Their bodies also moved at the same time, daggers sparkling with cold light piercing towards old Hahn and Emily like lightning.
Emily and old Hahn, who had been dancing to the melodious music, suddenly had a drastic change in their expressions. However, when they reacted, the fatal attacks were already within reach. A dagger pierced towards Emily, and four aimed at old Hahn. A total of five assassins moved nimbly, and their actions were clean and efficient. One could tell that they were veterans who had undergone arduous training with a single glance.
A shrill whistle suddenly sounded, seeming all the more ear-piercing amidst the melodious music. The Demonslayer Edge shot out of his sleeve like lightning according to Han Shuo's will, aiming straight for the dagger piercing towards Emily.
At this moment, Han Shuo and Phoebe happened to arrive at old Hahn's side amidst the rapid rotation. Before the assassin could react, they had already rushed into the other four's encirclement.
Han Shuo and Phoebe, who had been prepared for this, made a move at the same time. Han Shuo blocked the blow with a dagger forged by the dwarves, while Phoebe spun her longsword and hit the two daggers hard into the sky. Seizing this opportunity, Han Shuo's back slammed fiercely, attempting to push Old Hahn away from danger.
Contrary to Han Shuo's expectations, this sudden collision didn't knock Old Hahn away. Old Hahn's upper body swayed slightly, his large hand suddenly grabbing at the air, grabbing a flying wine tray. After smashing it backwards, he blocked the last dagger stabbing at him with a loud clang.
Han Shuo and Phoebe, who had suddenly rushed out, blocked the three daggers stabbing at old Hahn and completely disrupted the assassin's plans. The five attendants looked at each other and didn't make another move. They quickly retreated outside as screams and ghostly screams rang out from the dance floor. Everyone dodged in a panic.
Old Hahn and Phoebe each kept an eye on an assassin and immediately chased after them. Han Shuo swiftly dashed to Emily's side when old Hahn and Phoebe had made their move. He grabbed Emily's hand and asked lowly, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, hurry up and chase after the assassins!" Emily was worthy of being a senior executive of the Dark Mantle. She didn't reveal the slightest bit of panic and immediately yelled at Han Shuo.
"It's not my business. As long as you're alright, everything else has nothing to do with me!" Han Shuo shook his head and casually picked up a wine glass beside him to pour himself some wine. He stood motionlessly in the same spot as he watched Emily slowly drink her wine. He didn't have any intentions of getting up.
"You, you hateful, bad brat!" It was obvious from Han Shuo's words that he placed Emily's safety first and couldn't be bothered with anything else. Emily was both angry at Han Shuo for being disobedient and touched by Han Shuo's concern when she heard him say this. She called out in rebuke.
The dance floor had long since become a chaotic mess at this time. The merchants had all lost their heads out of fear and fled towards the plaza outside of the dance floor when they saw the sudden change. No one noticed Han Shuo and Emily's conversation.
Han Shuo and Emily finally walked outside when they saw that there were fewer and fewer people on the dance floor. A shrill whistle sounded when they reached the door. The Demonslayer Edge passed through the panicked crowd and abruptly landed in Han Shuo's palm, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
"The person who tried to assassinate you just now is already dead!" Han Shuo said faintly to Emily after putting away the Demonslayer Edge.
The Demonslayer Edge had flown close to the ground just now and naturally hadn't been discovered in the panic of the bystanders. However, Emily, who was walking beside Han Shuo, had seen the Demonslayer Edge miraculously fly back on its own and then hide in Han Shuo's sleeve. She was immediately dumbfounded.
"Just what is the weapon you used?" Emily's voice trembled as she looked at Han Shuo in disbelief.
The Demonslayer Edge, which could fly according to one's will, could naturally be described as unfathomable in this world. It was within reason for Emily to have such a shocking reaction.
Smiling slightly mysteriously, Han Shuo explained confidently, "This has something to do with the martial arts technique that I practice. It's hard to explain to you, but you only need to know that my weapon is indeed a bit different. That's enough."
"Bad boy, just how many secrets are hidden on your body?" Emily's beautiful eyes sparkled as they focused on Han Shuo's body, asking with extreme curiosity.
Shrugging, Han Shuo smiled faintly and didn't say a word. His expression was enigmatic, making Emily's teeth itch with anxiety. She wanted nothing more than to disregard her bearing and bite him on the spot.
As Han Shuo and Emily conversed in low voices, the chaotic scene was gradually brought under control. After a while, Phoebe and old Hahn returned from several directions, including the somewhat flustered finance minister Eevee and the gloomy Lawrence.
"One escaped and the rest committed suicide. We couldn't find any clues from their bodies." When Phoebe arrived, she first looked in surprise at Han Shuo and Emily and then spoke to Han Shuo in a low voice.
Before Phoebe and the others had returned, Han Shuo and Emily had already distanced themselves from each other. Their expressions had also returned to normal and they didn't display anything out of the ordinary. Therefore, although Phoebe was curious as to why Han Shuo wasn't chasing after the killers and was with Emily, she didn't ask much.
"Young man, thank you for lending a hand and saving me and Emily." Old Hahn smiled approvingly at Han Shuo when he came over.
"Don't mention it, just think of it as me repaying you for making fun of you just now. Heh heh, even if old mister is truly narrow-minded, you'll be too embarrassed to make trouble for me now. "Han Shuo winked at old Hahn and teased.
Old Hahn laughed heartily when these words were spoken and said to Han Shuo, "Interesting, what an interesting young man!"
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