As soon as these words were said, many people indeed quieted down.
After all, what they were holding in their hands were real weapons!
The two leaders were knocked to the ground, and the rest were silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to make a sound for fear they would be the next to meet with disaster.
"Shall we go?"
Jhiang Yuan gently tugged at Song Yi's sleeve, and only then did he snap back to reality.
"Hmm…"
People in front were still talking, and because there were so many, they were crowded layer upon layer.
Their movements weren't very obvious as they slowly edged their way out.
Finally reaching the entrance, just as Jhiang Yuan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, three people burst in.
They were running and all wore army green coats.
By a stroke of bad luck, they ran straight into them.
The leader, wearing leather gloves, held a piece of paper in his hand, probably a list or something.
