Faintly visible among the crowd were people in coarse linen, no different from the ordinary civilians, moving swiftly through with bright long knives in hand. The civilians were thrown into a panic, running and fleeing in all directions, making the crowd even more congested. The cries of children, curses from those who had been tripped, and the sound of assassins slicing skin were incessant.
"Oh God!" Tonger's face turned pale, "Someone is killing people!"
"Don't be scared," Jiang Li calmly said, "The City Garrison Army is nearby, they'll come as soon as they hear the commotion." No sooner had she spoken than their own carriage suddenly stopped, refusing to move further, and at the same time, they heard the coachman scream tragically.
Tonger was trembling with fear, yet she still reached out to protect Jiang Li behind her, while Bai Xue said, "Miss, we can't stay in the carriage, our house's carriage is too conspicuous, we need to hide..."
