The other three men, upon seeing the masked woman retreat under the attack of Old Jin, Xiao Hei, and An Yiqing, bore their serious injuries and quickly evacuated, escaping in a sorry state.
A battle had ended just like that, in such a farcical manner.
However, such absurdity did not please An Yiqing. She watched the direction in which the figures vanished, her heart heavy with concern. Just who were these people, and why did they hate her so much?
"Ah Feng, bring Number Four over here to defuse the bomb!"
One call from An Yiqing sent the Thirteen Blood Generals Mansion into chaos; An Zhifeng, accompanied by An Zhiyun—who was most experienced with firearms—and his squad, hurried over with their tools in a formidable procession.
"Miss, what happened? Where's the bomb?" An Zhiyun, carrying a large box, asked anxiously.
An Yiqing pointed towards the villa's main gate and before she could speak, An Zhiyun and An Zhifeng swiftly dragged her away.