The two who burst in were, naturally, the Siren experts who had just passed Fu Qian.
Judging by the timing, they had clearly discovered the scene of the massacre, searched the surrounding area briefly, and then hurried back.
As for how Fu Qian had timed it so precisely?
Simple. He'd been monitoring the situation over there the whole time.
From the moment Gerard became interested in his right hand, Fu Qian had kept up the pretense of being a boxer all the way until now, waiting for this very moment.
As the strongest fighter in this little inn, his powers of observation were far beyond those of most people there.
That made the effect of his words coming true all the more thrilling.
At least, when Gerard looked over at him, his eyes were instantly brimming with genuine killing intent.
"What happened? Take your time."
Of course, Gerard wasn't about to believe any nonsense about someone drawing blood with a single move. He fixed Fu Qian with a predatory stare, his voice icy.
The two messengers were also taken aback by the unfamiliar face that had suddenly appeared—Fu Qian. They clearly hadn't expected a newcomer to show up at a time like this, and they didn't understand what he'd meant by his earlier remark.
But the difference between a real team and a bunch of scattered stragglers was clear.
"The people we left to monitor the rear are dead!"
Without asking any questions just to satisfy their curiosity, the man who'd spoken first quickly described the bloody scene Fu Qian had seen earlier.
"When we got there, the victim had probably only just died. Judging by the traces at the scene, someone attacked him from behind."
"We figured the attacker couldn't have gone far, so we searched the area