C67 Threat

More than a dozen people got off the carriage, all of them holding wooden sticks.

Liu Cong stood behind me, watching them warily.

Without a word, they swung their sticks at us.

At this moment, I realized the importance of Liu Cong. He protected me while he fought back.

Even though he had a high level of martial arts, he still needed to split his focus to protect me. After all