Fang Xiaocao followed the footsteps on the ground and soon found the people from the Pawnshop.
Along the way, every few steps, she would see one or two bodies, clearly the work of Hummingbird.
However, Hummingbird's situation seemed a bit grim, as she had been cornered by the people from the Pawnshop into a house and was currently fighting a defensive battle.
Over twenty people from the Pawnshop, many dead and injured.
The combat-capable were now fewer than ten.
But these few had already made it extremely difficult for Hummingbird, who had lost space to dodge.
Suppressed by gunfire, she couldn't raise her head.
Seeing this scene, Fang Xiaocao hesitated no longer.
Pistol loaded, Flying Dagger unsheathed.
She silently counted: eight people left.
Fang Xiaocao held three Flying Daggers in one hand and picked three targets closest to her, then flicked her wrist.
Woosh woosh woosh—
Three sounds of cutting the air rose.
