C813 Tibetan Mastiff

I jerked my head to look in the direction of the shot and saw the cold-faced man squatting on the roof, a six-four gun in his hand. My mind was in a daze when I saw this person appear here. Just who was he? Why did you come to save me?

Almost at the same time, two more shots rang out from the other side of the rooftop. Two gunners in the courtyard who were besieging Doge fell to the ground