"How could this happen?" Old Man Geng crouched behind the counter, still looking shaken.
Although those Motorcycle gang members had not been targeting him, merely standing nearby had left his legs weak with fright. The gleaming blades and spikes had not been all that far from him, and during the fight, warm liquid had even splashed onto his face. Old Man Geng could not imagine how Zhang Heng, as the target, had endured wave after wave of attacks.
What was more, Zhang Heng had actually gained the upper hand in that storm-like siege. Not only was he completely unscathed, he had taken out quite a few enemies.
But that did not improve their situation.
The attack had only paused temporarily. As the roar of motorcycle engines grew louder and louder, it was clear that more enemies were rushing over.
Zhang Heng frowned. "What kind of deal did you arrange?"
The pistol he had picked up earlier had already run out of bullets, so Zhang Heng tossed it aside as well. Now, only the gun he had assembled from LEGO bricks remained in his hand. There were still quite a few bullets in its magazine, but clearly not enough to deal with so many people outside.
And the hamster F had given him was now pacing in circles inside its cage, looking extremely agitated.
Old Man Geng still hesitated upon hearing that, seemingly unwilling to talk about what had happened tonight.
Zhang Heng did not press him, merely saying, "I have no desire whatsoever to get dragged into this mess, and I have no interest in your deal either. But if you want to return to the Third Layer alive, you'd better come clean. At the very least, I need to know whether they'll choose to kill you once they confirm