Though the Song family's forces were few, each fighter was capable of holding their own against ten opponents. Even the three younger members, Hao'er and the others, possessed combat prowess that could not be underestimated.
At that moment, a flying knife flashed through the air in Song Lingbo's hand, slicing cleanly across Chai San's throat. As he watched the man grunt and collapse, he looked up ahead. His gaze flickered uncontrollably. The words he'd intended to shout—a command for everyone to stop—got stuck in his throat, never forming.
Up ahead, guard and the others, along with Mi'er and the three children, were locked in fierce combat with the mercenaries. Setting guard aside for now, his gaze fell upon Mi'er and the children. Witnessing their astonishing combat prowess, his expression grew somewhat peculiar.
