A pitch-black shadow fell from the sky, slamming heavily into the ground.
"What? There's someone else?!"
Only then did the robed man and his companions react, hurriedly turning to look at Fang Zheng. At that moment, Fang Zheng bent low, gripping the blade with his left hand and resting his right hand on the hilt, assuming an iaijutsu stance.
"Fire—!!"
Though he had no idea who the man before him was, the robed man hurriedly gave the order—however, that was as far as it went.
No one knew what had happened.
Even the red-haired girl was no exception. She only saw the man's figure suddenly vanish, followed by several chilling flashes of sword light that abruptly crisscrossed the air. Even space itself seemed to twist and shatter like cut glass in that instant. Then, she saw the man somehow appear behind the robed man and the others, the katana in his hand still held as if it had just left its sheath, as though he had never drawn it at all.
Then, Fang Zheng slowly sheathed his sword.
"Click."
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!"
With that faint sound, screams and spurting blood erupted at once. Starting with the robed man, every criminal had both arms severed at the elbows. Their arms and the firearms in their hands had been sliced to pieces, while they themselves collapsed to the ground screaming and rolling around desperately.
"Hmph. Trash."
Fang Zheng straightened up and coldly swept his gaze over the criminals. Then he turned his attention to the red-haired girl. After giving her a thorough look-over, he finally spoke.
"How long are you planning to stand there? Put your clothes on already."
"Ah, okay..."
The red-haired girl seemed to have been stunned by the scene before her. Only after hearing Fang Zheng speak did she come back