From the moment the sleeve arrow was shot, the white mist exploded, to the moment the blade flashed, and Ma Ling was killed, the entire process seemed like a bolt of lightning, remarkably fast.
The followers who came with Ma Ling hadn't even reacted to what had happened, and Ma Ling's head had already flown out from the white mist.
"Village Chief Ma!"
"Sixth Village Chief!"
Amidst the cries of shock, these followers turned and ran.
Indeed.
They turned and fled, without a single person stepping forward to assess the situation.
Actually, this wasn't surprising.
After all, Cyan Bamboo Ridge was originally a den of thieves. Can you expect a group of bandits, who usually rob and pillage, to stand and fight to the death at a critical moment?
Don't be ridiculous!
This group is fine with cheering from the back and throwing punches when things are going well, but when faced with danger, it's only natural to prioritize their own lives.
