As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and immediately a circle of tightly wrapped "people" appeared around him.
Rong Zhi caught the smell of rust and blood, that decayed and putrid scent embedded in flesh.
Tang Yu stared intently at her face, "Remember, capture them alive."
At the command, all the "people" moved at once, their raised mechanical arms were not hands at all, but cold, hard, black gun muzzles!
Rong Zhi's eyes narrowed slightly; long-range attacks couldn't handle so many. She could only engage in close combat, disassembling her wristband again, and at the same time extracting another dagger taped inside her left boot, wrapping it around her hand.
She charged into the crowd like a stream of light, right hand gripping a gun and left holding a knife.
