"Let's go." The leader waved his hand upon seeing the person assisted out and led the way out.
The rest who were on patrol also began to disperse in different directions.
However, Yang Ruxin sent Xiaolun and Xiaoyin flying out.
Almost silently, two shadows circled through the dark night, and in an instant, all the people present collapsed, each killed by a fatal blow.
Shadow Seven hurried over to help.
Upon opening the black bag, it was indeed Shadow Three, but his eyes were tightly closed, showing no response. Fortunately, there was still a breath from his nostrils, confirming that he was not dead.
"Who's there?" Just as everyone was undecided on what to do next, a sharp scream suddenly rang out, "There are assassins intruding..."
Although Xiaolun bit through his throat, the shout had already spread. Suddenly, whistles sounded, and lanterns and torches were lit as people quickly ran over.
