Chen Ji held his gun with one hand, standing calmly on horseback, silently watching Little Fourteen and the others step on the plank to board the ship.
A county soldier saw his gaze elsewhere and crept closer with his gun, but before he could thrust his spear, a silver flash flew past his neck.
The county soldier felt a warm liquid flow down his neck into his collar, soaking his chest. He touched it, and it was shockingly full of blood.
The county soldier looked up in amazement, but standing tall on the warhorse in front of him, Chen Ji still did not glance at him, just like an iron curtain, blocking the entrance of the port arch.
The black Zhaolei snorted, his hot breath turned into two white arrows that scattered upon hitting the bluestone slab, its eyes coldly watching dozens of county soldiers, with a hint of disdain flashing in its eyes.
Only after Chen Ji watched Aunt Li carry Mrs. Lu onto the ship did he turn back, looking down at the county soldiers.
