Weird combinations of clattering under the dark, rainy night, Ling Qingyu's group tried to hide the pursuers' hint of smell.
The gang members kept following, no matter how accurate Tang Ziyi's shots were or how Tang Ziyi completely suppressed her opponents in any engagement.
These men would flee whenever they saw their friends fall but were forced by the leader-like figures among the gang to carry on the attack.
They were treated as cannon fodder. Even if their instincts told them otherwise, they still gritted their teeth to fight.
After all, dying amidst the gunfire was a better option than being tortured and played to death to please their superior.
The young master died under their watch. None of them could escape the responsibility, even if he was so arrogant as to not evacuate when chaos got closer.