As soon as the whistle fell, several black shadows appeared silently in the alleys next to the Fengyun Gang's chief helmsman's house.
Everyone was dressed in black, not to mention their heads and faces, even their hands were covered with black leather gloves. The only thing exposed was their eyes.
Each pair of eyes is so calm that there is not much expression, but there is a hint of solemnity, just like the invisible thorns on the rose branches in the dark night, they are sharp.
These people are the Thorns of the Night trained by Li Qiye himself.
Tonight is their first actual battle.
The ropes with claw blades were thrown up the high wall silently. The people in black were like night birds, neatly climbing up the high wall. They practiced ropeless rock climbing every day. This mansion, which is more than three meters high, was very important to them.
It has nothing in common with it.
Sneak, sneak attack.
Use everything that can protect you to cover yourself, use everything you can use, and choose the most deadly attack method in the shortest time...
They strictly abide by the truth that Mo Li uses the test of life and death to let them prove again and again.
The knife coated with black paint will not reflect any light, but it is enough to cut all fragile throats.
In just a moment, the guards in the corridor turned into corpses.
The open door was pushed open softly, and as soon as several drinking gang members raised their faces, several crossbow swords were shot out and pierced through their vital organs.
The man in black did not leave, nor did he bother to check who was dead and who was still alive. Instead, he walked in neatly and stabbed everyone's vital points with his poison-coated dagger.
Everything happened so suddenly.
In the mansion, the man in black is like the god of death, wandering around, harvesting a life every time he makes a move.
The blood spurting from their bodies wetted their face towels and clothes, but their eyes still looked calm.
After the fierce fight on Tianshui Street that night, for these young people, killing is no longer a terrible thing!
A guy with diarrhea and squatting in a large size walked out of the hut with his pants lifted. When he saw the man in black standing outside the door covered in blood, his mouth opened wide in shock.
He made no sound.
Before he could say anything, a triangular dagger had already been thrust into his mouth, directly piercing his throat.
The killing is silent.
From the front door to the back door, from the two wings to the central hall.
The Thorn of the Night hardly encountered much resistance. Even if there was an occasional guy with some martial arts skills, he would not be able to escape under the joint attack of these cold-blooded assassins.
A disciple of the Fengyun Gang who was lucky enough to escape the disaster climbed out of the dog hole carefully. As soon as his head came out of the dog hole, a joyful look flashed in his eyes, and his feet were already tight.
"Don't kill..."
Before he could finish his plea for mercy, he was already pulled back into the wall, and a cold knife was stabbed into his back.
Soon, the five teams met at the center of the mansion.
"One team, no one left alive!"
"Team 2, there are no survivors!"
"Team Three, there are no survivors!"
"Team Four, there are no survivors!"
"Team Five, there are no survivors!"
Xu Ziwen nodded lightly, "Retreat in separate groups and leave the city in batches tomorrow morning. Be careful of dogs!"
Then, he turned around and ran towards the square edge of the high wall, flying out. Behind him, hundreds of Dark Thorns quickly broke into pieces, climbed out of the high wall again, and disappeared into the night.
In the mansion, blood flowed.
The only person left alive was the awakened bird in the tree.