The person on the rickshaw also saw those three women.
He leisurely raised the crossbow in his hand, aiming at one of them.
A thud as an arrow flew out.
Struck one down, right in the lower leg.
"Ah!"
Woman no. 17 instantly fell to the ground, gasping for air, tears of despair flowing from the corner of her eyes, she closed them and said nothing more.
Then, that man fired a second arrow, hitting another one, no. 5.
In a blink of an eye, only the woman at the very front kept running, gritting her teeth, filled with hatred, silent but never stopped running.
The woman was getting closer and closer to Su Yan, just a dozen meters away.
So much so that it was clear to see an arrow had struck the woman's arm, which she had pulled out by herself.
So much so that her left arm had a gaping hole, revealing the profuse bleeding at a glance.
At this time, the rickshaw was also getting closer and closer.
One of the servants, with a sleazy face, ingratiated himself with Mr. Cao
