Jiang Yingxue ran to the door and took a look. In the lobby on the first floor, there were more than a dozen muscular men of varying heights waving their machetes to kill innocent people. "These are the Rong people?!" This group of people just stole things, but they actually killed so many innocent people. It's simply abominable!

Jiang Yingxue glanced back, standing in the room and staring coldly at her soul. The next moment, she pushed open the inn door and ran out.

Po saw her ...