As soon as he finished speaking, the black-armored knight turned to him, his eyes narrowing.

"ah!"

The bookish young man let out a scream, half-kneeling on the ground, his whole body trembling.

Chen Jing had no time to pay attention to or watch their battle; he just kept running, mechanically running.

Run!

Suddenly, Chen Jing saw a man in his thirties appear on the flank. He had a square face, was slightly balding, wore a black hat and a gloomy black trench coat, and was not carrying any melee weapons, but had a holster at his waist.

Behind him followed a squad of lightly armed soldiers, seemingly planning a flank attack on the "position" formed by the Black Flag mercenaries and the prisoners.

The person leading the way... was the one who was with the black-armored "priest" during the escort!

Chen Jing's pupils contracted slightly. In his current state, he was no longer capable of fighting. The sharp pain in his head made it difficult for him to even maintain his energy to run.

Chen Jing brushed past him.

He didn't see through Chen Jing's invisibility! He was completely unaware that someone had left him.

He drew his pistol and approached the Black Flag mercenaries from the flank like a ghost.

Chen Jing had no time to be grateful for fate's favor or his own good fortune; he continued running and charging forward.

On the flanks, several houses had been set up as makeshift positions by the guards, who stood watch and aimed their guns.

There was a large open space here. Clearly, the Black Flag Mercenary Group had no intention of breaking out from here. Anyone running in this open space would become a target.

Chen Jing ran into the open space, his mind blank, the stinging pain and torment making him want to fall asleep at any moment.

He needs to run the last stretch before he can reach the crowd.