The men in black were very experienced in combat. Once they realized that Ou Lan was definitely a master, they ceased their brutal attack strategy and adopted a teamwork approach.
At a command, they charged into the living room simultaneously from the direction of the three bedrooms to launch an attack.
Hearing what seemed like a flood of people entering the living room, Baili Yongjia was terrified, trembling and huddling into a corner like an ostrich, covering her ears and crying uncontrollably.
Ou Chenghai, on the other hand, was anxiously pacing back and forth.
But Ou Lan was even calmer than before. Facing enemies charging in from multiple directions, a sharp gleam shone in her eyes. With dual pistols in hand, her shots never missed, as gracefully as the heroine in a spy blockbuster.
The white woolen coat drew beautiful arcs as it moved, and her long hair, originally tied up, now cascaded down like a waterfall in the heat of battle.
