Inside the tent, Mo Huasong sat up, his eyes open and watching the scene outside.
The situation of the Changqing City Business Group was not looking good at that moment. Over a hundred men dressed in black loomed outside, continuously launching crossbow arrows.
Apparently, they were waiting to exhaust their arrows before launching a direct attack.
Under such circumstances, the guards of the trade group would definitely be unable to hold their ground.
Several guards were already injured. They were originally responsible for defending against the arrows, but suddenly a person rushed from behind, crashing into you, catapulting you out. How could they defend against the crossbow arrows like that?
Moreover, the crossbow arrows were poisoned. Some guards or traders had been hit, and even if they didn't die on the spot, they were incapacitated, desperately consuming Detoxification Pills.
For a moment, the scene was in total chaos.
