The piercing sound of breaking the air rang out. On the riverside road with few people, all kinds of darts with cold light suddenly shot at the carriage from all directions without warning.

"boss Yue, be careful!"

cook, who was driving in front of the carriage, yelled again. From the front seat, he flew up with the whip in his hand and danced into a dark, airtight shadow in front of the open door of the carriage.

"be sure to be sure..."

countless darts from the front door of the carriage were stopped by Cook's whip.

Chu zhaoyue's heart was shocked, and the little sleep left in his eyes was...