"Ah ..."
"Ah ..."
Roll roll roll ...
With the continuous screams, several thugs rolled down the stairs like dumplings ...
When Zhao Yu and the others rushed to the third floor, they looked up the stairs and saw that there were already a lot of people lying on the ground.
They were all bleeding and wailing in pain.
At that time, there were only a few hatchet men left on the stairs. They were all trembling in fear, looking at Zhao Yu and the others as if they had seen ghosts.
Although they were holding sticks in their hands, they could only pretend. Their feet kept moving back and forth, and no one dared to step forward.
Looking at Zhao Yu and the others, they were like dragons and phoenixes bathed in blood. They advanced with their heads held high among the many thugs who were screaming and falling to the ground.
"Wow ..."