A silent understanding passed between them, bridged by nothing more than a single glance.
Zhang Qi produced three paper talismans. Pressing the index and middle fingers of his left hand together against the elbow joint of his right arm, he held his right arm vertical, the two fingers pinching the talismans right between his eyebrows.
"Generals of the Thunder Bureau, obey the decree of Taiyi, strike swiftly!"
Chapter 845