Just as Qiao Ran was observing their weaknesses and searching for their fatal points, a person in black, wearing a golden Guigu Pavilion mask, jumped to her side. They wielded a laser weapon, sweeping it across the eyes of the four Lion Beastmen, killing one with each shot—swift and decisive.
Clearly, the intense laser exposure was the fatal weakness of these pain-insensitive Lion Beastmen.
Looking at the bloodstains and wounds on Qiao Ran's shoulder, the beautiful eyes beneath the golden mask were filled with sorrow.
"Are you alright?"
"Don't worry, I'm fine!" Qiao Ran kept her gaze vigilantly around, guarding against any sudden sneak attacks.
Standing in front of the monitors, Shen Mubai observed the man in the golden mask, noticing his powerful aura flash with a hint of panic in his eyes.
"Qiao Ran, are you an assassin from Guigu Pavilion?"
The assassins of Guigu Pavilion were a more terrifying presence than even the international mercenary assassins.