Fang Xiaocao, accompanied by Oxhead and Horseface, stepped out of the reception hall, looking at the bloodied river, the corpses littering the ground, and the chaotic manor that resembled a messed-up pot of porridge. Xiaocao frowned slightly, glanced at Taotie and Nannan in the reception hall, and spoke, "You two, guard the door. If anyone from the Pawnshop dares to approach, kill them without hesitation."
Oxhead and Horseface, with their vacant gazes, nodded their heads.
Like door gods, they took their positions on either side.
Standing vigilantly to the left and right of the reception hall's entrance.
Xiaocao nodded in satisfaction.
She walked slowly toward the courtyard, her wrist flicking continuously.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—
A few Hidden Weapons shot out with precision.
Striking several Shopkeepers dead on target.
As Xiaocao advanced, Hidden Weapons soared.
Invariably, people from the Pawnshop met their demise under these Hidden Weapons.
