Inwardly, Bill sneered, "Oh you two stupid rookies! How dare you trespass into my kingdom in the darkness? Want hand-to-hand combat? No way... We, bandits, care about nothing except for efficiency! Prepare for my arrows!"
Puff… puff...
Hardly had the six bandits lifted the crossbows onto their shoulder when Qian Jin fished out seven throwing knives.
For a distance so close like this, a throwing knife was more sudden and faster than the crossbow. Not until the images of the flying knives disappeared in the bandit's pupils had a bloody hole come into being between their eyebrows. The narrow blades, without any blood stains, inserted themselves into the wooden wall behind them after penetration.
Bill fell backward with his wrist shield on the left arm raised to the chest. In his staring eyes, there was a throwing knife! He couldn't believe what was happening! That young man was nothing but a rookie, which was the last thought that had crossed his mind.
