When Lu Hong and his group had gathered at the entrance of the inn, the inn was in utter chaos, with a flood of guests desperately fleeing. The innkeeper chased after them, demanding payment for their stay, though it was unclear how much he could actually reclaim.
"Brother Tu, what should we do now?" Lock Fan, holding his long sword, asked as he watched the Tuzhui City guard retreating continuously at the corner of the street.
"Let's evacuate through the right side street." Lu Hong pointed to the relatively emptier street on the right, taking the lead to flee.
Of course, although there were no troop battles on this road, many city gangs were taking advantage of the chaos to loot and set fires.
"Kill them!" A gang leader with good eyesight immediately spotted a large bag of gold coins hanging from Lu Hong's waist, his favorite item.
At the order of their boss, the gang members who were robbing stores rushed toward Lu Hong and his group.