However, Constable Wei was not idle either, he was busy dealing with the matter of the corpse.
The other masked men, seeing their leader at a disadvantage, glanced at each other and chased after Lin Caisang with their machetes. They could ignore everyone else, as long as they killed this fat woman in front of them, they could earn a huge amount of silver.
It was definitely a good thing.
Lin Caisang ran for just a few seconds, felt a machete slashing towards her back. She bent her waist and the blade brushed past her, just inches from her back.
The next second, she decisively took out the bundle of silver needles she had previously acquired from the Zhong Family. She drew one out and flung it towards the nearest masked man.
No one was coming to save her, she had to save herself. She certainly couldn't just stand there waiting for someone to hack her to death, right?
"Ah!"
The masked man who was pricked by the silver needle cried out in pain.