Having guns was naturally a good thing.
Many old, sick, and frail slaves could gain some ability to protect themselves, and the rescue effort became faster as a result.
In just twenty minutes.
More than a dozen prisons had been breached, and the total number of freed slaves had reached several thousand.
However.
By this point, the entire Holy Land had been thoroughly alarmed. The furious Celestial Dragons had ordered a citywide search, and more and more people were coming to hunt them down.
Fisher Tiger had never been a reckless fool who relied solely on his muscles. From the very beginning, he had clearly realized that this was already the limit of what he could accomplish.
Although many slaves in the north had yet to be rescued, if they did not begin withdrawing now, they might not be able to get even one person out.
Forcing down the unwillingness in his heart, he finally stopped the rescue operation and had the slaves turn back and regroup, breaking out toward the south of the city.
"Watch out!"
In a certain street alley, Inazuma, who was running wildly with a little boy on his back, suddenly heard a sharp shout from afar.
He instinctively turned around, but before he could react, a burly figure had already leaped through the air and tackled him to the ground.
Whoosh!
A bullet grazed past his scalp and struck the opposite wall with a thunderous boom, instantly blasting it into fragments.
Damn, what kind of gun was that?
If it hit someone, wouldn't it blow them to pieces?
Inazuma's eyes widened as cold sweat drenched him.
"Hey, kid, are you okay?"
A panting voice came from above him. Inazuma raised his head and discovered in astonishment that the one who had knocked him down