Lu Xiao tilted his head and counted, including Qin Shengqiang, there were a total of twenty-one people.
And judging by their shapes and movements, they were definitely systematically trained.
It seemed that Qin Shengqiang's plan to kill his own father had been in preparation for more than just a day or two. Otherwise, where could he find so many trustworthy experts?
"Mr. Qin, is there really no room for manoeuvre?" Lu Xiao shouted while he began to slowly roll up his sleeves.
Twenty-one people with twenty-one crossbows, though troublesome, were not enough to make Lu Xiao admit defeat.
He had walked through scenes ten or a hundred times more perilous on the battlefield unscathed.
"Blame yourself."
"If you hadn't saved the old man, both you and Youling could have lived," Qin Shengqiang snorted lightly.
Initially, he hadn't planned to kill Qin Youling and Lu Xiao.
But there was no helping it, the old man didn't die, and now you both are inseparably watching over him.
