The next set of vehicles rounded the corner before the first group could even finish dying.
Lingyun stood beside Rouxi on the porch and watched as three trucks force their way through the abandoned cars blocking the road. Men clung to the sides, their weapons already raised, while several more ran behind them as though they were afraid the fighting would end before they arrived.
Given the current circumstances, that seemed unlikely.
The plants had dragged most of the first group into the open space between the mansion and the road, leaving the blood, discarded weapons, and half-chewed bodies where the newcomers could see them. They also kept the view clear between the porch and the houses across the street.
After all, Gu Han's men were still watching.
One of them had moved closer to the window with his binoculars pressed against his face, apparently worried that he might miss something important.
Lingyun smiled as the flames along his hands climbed toward his elbows.
