Ran Yan's heart skipped a beat as she estimated the poison hidden on her person and whispered in a low voice, "How many?"
Liu Qingsong knew she might be asking about the number of people, "Average." he said while slightly opening the window a crack, allowing Ran Yan a quick glance outside.
The number of people wasn't large, but the dozen or so black-clad, robust men were capable of fighting ten men each. Ran Yan had some ability to defend herself, but Liu Qingsong's physical condition was not even on par with Wan Lu's; escaping was absolutely impossible.
"Get off the carriage," Ran Yan said calmly. If these people wanted to kill them, there was no need for such an elaborate plan just to bring them here; it was imperative to first understand their intentions, staying in the carriage was not a solution.
Ran Yan put on her mask and was the first to jump down from the carriage. Wan Lu was still somewhat confused, not knowing what was happening, but obediently followed suit.
