The Plasma Cutter hissed as it severed one iron bolt, then another. Nobody spoke in the corridor. Da Dong's men all stood silently, watching the middle-aged worker operate the tool.
The people inside the room heard it too. When they saw sparks spraying everywhere and iron bolts being cut one after another, they completely panicked!
If it could cut through one, it could cut through them all. At this rate, it would take less than half an hour to sever every iron bolt.
Perhaps it would be even faster. By the time Yan Tze Tak gathered his men and arrived, their bodies might already be cold!
Dong Yi immediately rushed to the phone and began dialing frantically. The moment the call connected, he screamed in desperation, "Boss, this is bad! Da Dong's people got some kind of weird thing and are burning through all the iron bolts. At this rate, they'll be able to charge in soon!"
"Burn... burn through them!"
Yan Tze Tak's face became a giant question mark.
What kind of thing could burn through iron bolts?
He didn't know, and he didn't want to know. All he wanted now was to fly to the scene, hack Da Dong to death, chop him into mincemeat, and turn him into fish balls.
But damn reality meant that gathering his men in the middle of the night wasn't easy. With only the twenty or so men beside him, even if they went to the scene, it was uncertain who would end up being made into fish balls!
"Damn it! Damn it!" Yan Tze Tak stamped his feet anxiously, but all he could do was curse to vent his rage.
Yan Tze Tak was anxious, but the men at his drug stash were even more anxious.
In the short time it