On the battlefield in the Management Area, once Mister Ding and Old Mo were targeted, Iron Bear and the others immediately found their advance hindered.
Those madmen from the Dragon Slaying Gang fought as if they had nothing to lose. Without Mister Ding and Old Mo's support, the outnumbered group was immediately battered.
As casualties began to appear, they could only retreat while fighting. Now, several of them had taken shelter inside a building, barely holding the situation together with Iron Bear and Sea Monster's attacks.
After emptying a magazine, Iron Bear slumped to the floor and, panting, looked at the wounded filling the room.
The air reeked of blood. Qiao Li busily bandaged the injured, but some wounds couldn't be treated through simple cleaning and dressing.
One of the seriously wounded urgently needed a blood transfusion and surgery, neither of which could be done on the battlefield.
"Damn it! Those lunatics from the Dragon Slaying Gang! If my machine gun hadn't run out of ammunition, how could you have acted so arrogantly?"
Iron Bear cursed.
The attack outside remained fierce. Stone dust flew from the window above Iron Bear, and bits of rubble kept falling onto his head.
Sea Monster suddenly grunted. The burly man dropped to the ground, blood quickly spreading across his shoulder. He had been grazed by a stray bullet.
Iron Bear had already changed magazines. He stood and said, "Rest for a while."
He had just extended his gun toward the window when intense firepower blasted him back.
"Damn it."
"I'll rush out and draw their attention. Hurry and relocate. This place won't hold for long."
As he spoke, Iron Bear picked up the tactical belt bag containing grenades.
Sea Monster stood and said, "I'm going with you."
"You still have to protect Qiao Li