The battlefield at the Old City Entrance was far harder to fight in than the hillside. Everyone hid inside the buildings, firing two shots before immediately ducking back.
After so long, nobody had scored a kill. Only the occasional splash of blood from some window showed that the battle was still raging.
To be fair, the three of them were having a pretty enjoyable fight in the buildings at the Old City Entrance. They exchanged attacks back and forth, neither gaining the upper hand.
You hit me once, and I'll return the favor.
They were sparring, stopping before things went too far.
But who could have expected the sound of a motorcycle to shatter the entrance's tranquility?
They had assumed the motorcycle would charge straight into the buildings, so none of them wanted to shoot at it. They feared being ambushed by the people in the opposite buildings while firing.
Who could have expected that after they had all tacitly decided to let the motorcycle pass, the rider would show no intention of leaving? Instead, he charged straight toward their buildings.
When the motorcycle's engine finally stopped beneath the buildings at the entrance, the three of them confirmed that the person below really had no intention of leaving—and was actually coming for them.
"Damn, we were having a great time on our own. Who the hell came to ruin our little three-person world? Get him!"
The three of them had almost exactly the same thought. This did not count as teaming up. They simply instinctively wanted to deal with the outsider first. They could put their grudge against the local enemy aside for now.
Before pacifying the inside, one had to repel the outside threat. That principle worked everywhere.
Thus, the three began attacking Jiang Siming below.
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