Behind the human wall formed by the male attendants, the boatman sat against the wall, his legs twisted at unnatural angles. His face was hidden by the mask.
Obviously, it was not him who had died.
It was one of the male attendants.
Qin Ran confirmed this from the number of people in the human wall before him.
Qin Ran also confirmed that the other party's injuries appeared far more serious than his own.
However, the other party held an absolute advantage.
Not only in numbers, but also... weapons!
Unlike the male attendants, who all wielded cold weapons, all kinds of firearms had been laid out around the boatman, from pistols to submachine guns.
The moment the other party picked up a submachine gun, Qin Ran immediately retreated.
He had no intention of having to watch out for a continuously firing submachine gun while being besieged by a group of people.
Bang!
Having just dodged, Qin Ran raised his leg again and kicked away the lunging corpse, only to be surrounded by the male attendants.
Those male attendants, cold as robots, raised their weapons and attacked Qin Ran.
Every weapon was a single-edged longsword.
As they fell, they gave off the distinctive sound of metal tearing through the air.
But it was immediately drowned out by a series of dull impacts—
Bang!
With a dull thud, Qin Ran kicked the male attendant before him in the chest. As the man fell backward, Qin Ran used the force to slam himself backward.
Bang!
Qin Ran's solid back crashed heavily into the male attendant behind him. A crisp crack of breaking bones followed, and the other man staggered back involuntarily. But Qin Ran's intact left hand grabbed the wrist holding the sword, and then Qin Ran swung him with all his strength.