On the 12th floor of Black Prison Tower, Langdu, Dick, and the four others stood there, having also seen the four people standing before them.
Just now, all of them had witnessed what happened in the lobby on the first floor.
Especially after seeing Reiz lose an arm, the brothers, already tense, had sent three people rushing downstairs.
Yet while all of them were staring at the surveillance monitors, they somehow failed to notice the people who had suddenly appeared at the entrance.
Everyone knew that the footage showed no one breaking through the defenses on the first floor and coming up.
But five people had now appeared right in front of them.
They were dressed in black robes and wielded sharp blades, just like the others, silently watching the people before them.
Clearly, these were still members of The Hand—enemies who had somehow broken through the first floor without anyone noticing.
Langdu and Dick had just seen their brother lose an arm. Now that they were facing the enemy, their eyes were bloodshot and their hearts burned with fury.
But they made no rash moves. The boss had instructed them that their main task this time was to stop the enemy from stealing the Desperate Potions and protect as many organization members as possible.
They could hold the enemy off and stall for time. After all, they still had no idea how many enemies there were, while their own reinforcements had yet to arrive.
Before the enemy launched an attack, all they needed to do was stay alert and prepare to counterattack.
If possible, they did not mind exchanging a few words to probe The Hand for information.
But the enemy clearly had no desire to talk. Instead, they immediately drew their blades and charged.
Dick and Langdu had