The darkness suddenly became noisy, and people in black broke into the villa one after another. The fire did not slow down but burned the houses next to it. The guards in the villa were all trained.
A group of people were quickly assigned to put out the fire, while another group of people was used to resist the attack of the men in black.
The melee started in an instant. Arnold's men were easy to identify because they were dressed in black, and each one carried special markings to avoid accidental injuries. The guards and the men in black were hostile to each other, but no matter how they tried to change the situation, the melee was unavoidable.
This time the invasion of the courtyard was divided into three waves. The first wave set fire to the house, the second wave directly entangled the guards, and the third wave just set off.
Gan Mala and his group did not walk very fast, and everyone was cautious. The sky-high firelight illuminated the area very brightly, but the sound of the fighting was not loud. It seemed that there was a tacit understanding, and everyone tried their best to keep their voices down.
The sound would not cause too much impact. But even so, the fire would still attract people quickly, and this battle was destined to end in a quick decision.
"We're almost there, but the people inside don't seem to care about what's going on outside. It seems we have to attack in this time." Gan Mala held a long sword in his hand with a stern look on his face. But as soon as he finished speaking, he started coughing.
Fortunately, he only coughed twice and then stopped.
"Gan Mala, are you okay?" Arnold was a little worried. Although Gan Mala kept insisting that there was nothing wrong with him, this cough did not seem to be as simple as he said.
Ganmala turned around and could vaguely see his face through the firelight in the darkness. He smiled, with a gentle light shining in his dark brown eyes. "It's okay. Let's wait for them to rush in first and wait for the people inside."
We'll go back in after being forced out."
Arnold nodded, "Okay, it's all up to you."
Ganmala gestured to the men in black who were following behind him, and the men in black rushed into the small courtyard not far from them.
The sounds of fighting came, accompanied by vague groans, angry shouts, and curses.
The entire courtyard was in chaos, but the chaos was only superficial. Everyone, whether they were the attacking party in black or the defensive guards, were moving in an orderly manner. Some were fighting, some were disrupting, and some were just.
Take the opportunity to clear the way out.
"I know it's you who's here, why are you hiding now that you're here?"
Suddenly, a cold voice came from the small courtyard. The voice did not sound harsh, but it was clearly heard by people outside the courtyard.
Arnold's body suddenly shook. This voice was so familiar to her that she could hear it clearly even when she occasionally dreamed.
Ganmala suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm, shaking his head at her, "Don't go there yet, the signal hasn't been sent out yet."
Arnold's heart has been churning, and all the hatred is pouring out. She clenches her fist hard, can't help but take out the dagger and pull it out of the sheath. The cold blade is reflected in the distance in her hand.
The firelight could not cover up her own coldness. She wanted revenge, wanted to wave the dagger at that person, and wanted to stab her hard.
Gan Mala coughed lightly again, "Don't be aroused by her words. She specially sent the words to lure you out. If you are fooled, I'm afraid you will be in danger after rushing out because you don't know martial arts.
But she is a master."
Arnold looked at Ganmala and began to restrain her anger and hatred. She had to calm down and must not be fooled and rush into the yard impulsively.