"Aren't you going to help?" San San watched Ye Chuqi stand there looking utterly relaxed, seemingly not at all worried about the other three wreaking havoc.
"I'd only get in their way." Only when the camp had nearly been cleared out did Ye Chuqi remember to call, "Brother, leave someone alive!" If she waited any longer, there would be no one left who could talk.
When those three got ruthless, they were truly ruthless, leaving not a single survivor. San San was also certain that, ever since they arrived, no one had managed to escape the camp. Even the Rogues lurking in the shadows had been wiped out.
Mostly, the gap in strength was simply too great. Even in Monte City, these Adventurers were only fringe figures who had never attracted any attention. Of course, that was precisely why they could win the trust of children like Xiaojiu, who struggled to survive in Monte City—any slightly larger, stronger team of Adventurers would never spare Xiaojiu and the others a second glance.
Before long, nothing remained of the camp but wreckage.
All three men's fighting styles were destructively brutal, to put it mildly. Never mind the people—not even a single building had been left intact. When they turned around, they saw a scene that looked as though a hurricane had swept through it, with Ye Chuqi searching for something amid the ruins.
Unfortunately, she found no useful clues. Beneath the rough shells of the newly built huts, she found none of the rune pattern traces she had expected, either. Perhaps she and San San had guessed wrong, or perhaps these people had not yet had time to act.
"Is it really all right to wipe them all out like this?" Ye Chuqi still wasn't quite sure. After all, without so much