Tong Baitao saw the corpse flying toward him and ruthlessly batted it aside. He let it fly off to the side as he gripped his steel rods and strode forward with fierce valor.
Standing at the entrance, Tong Qianjiang suddenly raised his hand, aiming the muzzle of his gun at Chen Chuan's head. He didn't fire, but the threat was palpable.
It was the tacit understanding between the brothers: when one attacked, the other provided cover.
Meanwhile, on the roof of the Sentry Post, Spider Old Qi was skittering back and forth, deliberately making rustling sounds. He was both announcing his presence and waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Chen Chuan registered all of this with his senses. As Tong Baitao's figure loomed larger before him, he moved as well, advancing to meet his opponent. His Long Blade swung in an upward diagonal slash.
