By the time everyone heard the sound of a bowstring vibrating, Steward Fang had already been shot out.
Meanwhile, Chen Tang had already nocked a second arrow on the string!
Whizz!
The second arrow followed closely, aimed at Steward Qi.
The two Eighth Grade Martial Artists of the Black Water Gang posed the greatest threat; they needed to be dealt with first.
Steward Qi's reaction was considered fast; while the others at the table were still in a daze, he had already stood up and was reaching for the long knife at his waist.
But the speed of the second arrow was faster and more forceful than he had imagined!
Thud!
Steward Qi had only drawn half of his knife when a sharp pain pierced his chest. His whole body flew up, pinned by the feathered arrow to the beam behind him, eyes wide and mouth frothing with blood; he was beyond saving.
At this distance, even a One-Stone Bow would be hard to dodge.
Let alone a Three-Stone Bow at full draw.
