The night patrol's face turned pale from fright, and suddenly there was a crack in the sky, a thunderbolt resounded, illuminating the entire alley, where a group of people stood wielding swords and blades, extending their ranks endlessly.
"Ah!"
Bang!
The lantern dropped directly to the ground, and the night patrol, scared, fell to the ground as well, scrambling to flee.
But at that moment, figures suddenly appeared at the mouth of the alley, blocking his way.
Terrified to the verge of fainting, the night patrol didn't know what to do, when the leader, a young man, bent down and handed him the lantern and sword from the ground, saying, "Wait here for a while, don't worry, your life will not be harmed."
Hearing this, the patrol glanced at the young man, swallowed, while the young man ignored him, instead looking at the sky, saying, "Looks like it's going to rain."
A man in his fifties looked at the young man and said, "Rain isn't bad, it actually facilitates our actions."
