Liao Zhong lay unconscious on the ground. A dignified Seeking Dao Realm Executive Officer was beaten into oblivion by six palms.
Chen Ji looked at Mrs. Lu, hearing her heavy breathing. It seemed those six palms were not easy either. "How is Aunt Ping?"
Mrs. Lu whispered, "I'm fine, move quickly."
"Alright," Chen Ji bent down, hoisted Liao Zhong's belt, and carried him out of the courtyard like a ragged sack.
But just as he stepped over the threshold, he immediately leaned back and retreated.
With a thud.
A crossbow arrow whizzed past the tip of his nose, embedding itself into the wooden door frame beside him, its tail rod trembling with a constant hum.
The Jiefan Guards were here to kill!
In the narrow alleyway, the Jiefan Guards wore straw coats, their right hands pressed on their waist knives, and their left hands held hand crossbows, triggering the mechanisms, with crossbow arrows weaving back and forth.
