Constable Qi swept a cold gaze over the charging water bandits, his face utterly fearless.
With his strength, if he insisted on leaving, he was seventy percent certain he could fight his way out. But if he truly left, the thirty brothers who had come with him would surely be wiped out in an instant.
Whether for his brothers' lives or for his promise to Xu Qing, he could not leave.
"Xu Qing." Constable Qi's voice was low, so low that only Xu Qing could hear it. "Find an opening and break out. Go back to the main camp for reinforcements. The people from the Commandant's Office aren't from the Lin Family; they only listen to Lord Lu. As long as you bring the news back, Lin Mu won't dare stand before Colonel Du and refuse to save us."
Xu Qing had taken first place at the Golden Scale Gathering, and Constable Qi had seen his strength clearly. Of these thirty men, if there was anyone who could fight their way out, it could only be Xu Qing.
Xu Qing glanced at Constable Qi, nodded without hesitation.
Constable Qi drew his saber and roared, "Kill—"
He charged out first, his blade flashing like a streak of silk as it went straight for Jiaolong Stronghold's chief.
The chief snorted coldly and swept his nine-ring broadsword across. With a deafening clang, sparks flew everywhere as the two instantly clashed. When masters at the peak of Dark Force fought, the wind from their blades severed wrist-thick saplings at the waist, sending fallen leaves whirling through the air.
Lei Lie grinned viciously and charged in as well, his spear thrusting toward Constable Qi's back. Constable Qi had no choice but to divide his attention. Two fists could not beat four hands; besieged by two