"Grandfather, the coachman was killed!" Xie Yutang's expression darkened. He sprang to his feet and leapt from the carriage to join the fight.
"Come back! Don't run around! " The elderly man shouted with dread on his face. Seeing that his grandson had already left the carriage, he immediately pulled Xie Shisi from the carriage.
Feng Jiu, who was still inside the carriage, followed them out and swept her gaze around. She observed the twenty or so men in black who had attacked the Xie family, as well as the ten or so dark guards who had followed them secretly to protect them.
Their strengths may be comparable, but their opponents were more numerous, so the situation was dire.
