"Everyone, stop!" Cui Beixi spread her arms to shield Liu Zhenhan and Vieri.
"Don't stand in my way, coach." Liu Zhenhan spat out the cigar from his mouth, the last puff of smoke trapped in his belly.
"Witch Doctor! Monk!" Helen called nervously.
The old deer-headed man by the river bank was clutching his abdomen in pain, groaning as he collapsed to the ground. Despite having his kidney sack removed, the old deer-headed man did not die on the spot. The human mercenaries clearly intended to make him suffer more. They expertly avoided the main artery when they cut him open. It seems they often did such things.
A few green party Mantis Monks and the Witch Doctor Nochadamas had followed the militia from the bamboo forest. Hearing the innkeeper's cry, they hurried over, trying to treat the wounds of the poor deer-headed man.
"My Lord! I beg you, let us pass!" Vieri's words quivered with fear.
"No mischief allowed!" Cui Beixi scolded, pointing at Liu Zhenhan's nose.
