"Ah... my leg..."
After a fierce volley of arrows, the ground inside the manor was covered with countless arrows and people pierced by them.
When Zhang Feng and the two generals led their troops to the manor gate, they saw only a dozen assassins kneeling and begging for mercy inside.
They had been hiding indoors previously, barely escaping the calamity.
Seeing this scene upon coming out, how could they dare to resist?
Most of them were only one or two parts skilled, with strength not much greater than ordinary people.
At most, they knew some martial arts routines.
Meanwhile, Zhang Feng was observing them while gazing at the arrows and corpses scattered on the ground.
With one volley, most of the mission targets were dead.
'This identity is indeed solid, but the premise is to locate the target point.'
Zhang Feng first admired his 'max-level identity,' then pondered for the future,
