Before they got to the carriages, Qiao Mu's eyes squinted dangerously.
Since she suddenly halted, the people next to her also stopped puzzledly.
A bunch of local thugs suddenly turned the corner and brandished their machetes at them.
Yet how were these normal thugs Qiao Mu and company's match? Soon enough, they got kicked flying.
But because there were just too many of them, Qiao Mu and them got separated during the fighting.
Duanmu Qing gravely raised his hand, and several brambles shot out from the ground, entangling the men who were charging over to capture them.
With several moves, he strung these thugs high up on these brambles.
It was as if Duanmu Qing was simply blind and deaf to these thugs' flailing and screaming. He just continued down the line to sort them out before turning to look at Qiao Mu, who was handling them with ease.
