If someone wrongs me, I shall exact vengeance!
Like a blood-red scythe, Gu Changsheng struck as soon as he spoke, and his scalpel flew from his hand.
At a bizarre angle, it spun and disappeared into the man's chest in the blink of an eye.
"Over there, charge!"
From the mountain came Ning Er's urgent shout as a line of figures burst through where Han Qiu and the others were and sped towards her.
Gu Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief and watched as Ning Er, having covered several ups and downs, landed beside him.
"Lady!" Ning Er helped Gu Changsheng, who was kneeling on one knee on the ground, and called out with concern.
"Scatter!" Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, the remaining leaderless assassins shouted and started to flee.
"Think you can run? No way!" Gu Changsheng, supported by Ning Er, rose to his feet. His bloodstained face showed a trace of ferocity, "Kill them all, leave none alive!"