The three black-clad figures also heard the commotion outside and were visibly flustered.
They exchanged glances, quickening their movements.
The short black-clad figure released Baili Xia and swiftly rushed into the room where Xiaoxiao was.
Time was not on their side, they had to deal with Xiaoxiao quickly.
Ye Hua watched the black-clad figure charging in, his eyes slightly narrowed, glowing red.
No matter what, even if it meant sacrificing his life, he had to stop him.
As the figure approached, Ye Hua lifted a steel pipe, braced his left hand against the door, and hurled himself toward the black-clad figure.
He was already too exhausted for a prolonged fight; this was his last chance.
If he couldn't take out the figure, he wouldn't be able to protect Xiaoxiao.
The short black-clad figure was clearly intimidated by his reckless fighting style, retreating sharply.
But there was no way Baili Xia would let him escape; she dodged a strike from the black-clad woman.
