In the rain, the group was dressed casually, with dozens of people in the lead wearing the emblem of the Dark Dragon Gang on their chests. Behind them, a large group dragged long swords on the ground.
The Thunderbolt Gang, known for their skill with swords in the outer city, had members each carrying a long sword, their characteristics easily identifiable.
The sound of blades hitting the ground and the sharp rain intertwined, resembling the tune that Wen Zonghao usually listened to in Qingzhou City.
Qin Huai couldn't understand. As torrential rain poured into the corner of the collapsed building, he stood by the staircase, looking out the window through the floorboards and listening to the sounds of people ascending the stage downstairs.
Bang!
The blood-red mist was weakened by the heavy rain.
"Kill! Avenge the leader!" Shouts of battle rose and fell from below.
