The tavern's doors were very large, very heavy.
Shutting them took some time.
Swish!
Swish!
Suddenly, two arrows shot toward Chen Yusheng from the left and the right.
Thud! Thud!
The two arrows buried themselves almost simultaneously in Chen Yusheng's chest, creating sprays of blood.
Pierced right through the chest!
In an instant, Chen Yusheng gushed blood, his legs kicked out, and it was clear he was not going to live.
"Boss!"
"The Boss is dead!"
"Be careful, there's more than one archer!"
His subordinates were struck with terror, scrambling to flee backward, ducking and running, and no one even thought to help Chen Yusheng anymore.
But Chen Yusheng wasn't dead just yet.
He fell flat on his back, the back of his head hitting the ground with a clang.
"Bah!"
Chen Yusheng coughed up a large mouthful of blood, his face twisted in agony, his eyes bulging, and his gaze gradually losing all life.
Just then, a small dog darted into the doorway.
