Mu Qi's gaze darkened. He slowly nodded and said, "Let's try attacking first and sound them out. If we can't take them down, we'll retreat immediately."
According to the intelligence provided by the organization, there were only a dozen or so ordinary Guards in this warehouse, but the actual number was twice that.
What was more, this group was carrying a special spiritual artifact capable of dispersing smoke, directly ruining their first wave of surprise attacks and wiping out their original advantage.
According to the original assault plan, Mu Qi and Zhang Zhao had intended to use the chaos while the Smoke Bombs were effective to quickly eliminate some of the enemies and catch them off guard.
Now that the assault plan had completely failed, they could only try another approach.
If things still did not go smoothly, the two of them certainly would not foolishly fight to the death. After all, staying alive was the top priority.
"You two bastards, you've got some nerve! How dare you break into our Dark Raven Organization's stronghold? Do you even know how to write the word 'death'?" Han Wu cursed viciously.
He waved the Wolf-tooth Club in his hand. The iron spikes embedded in its body gleamed with a bone-chilling light beneath the lamps, and a savage aura came rushing toward them.
The next moment, before Mu Qi and Zhang Zhao could launch their attack, Han Wu suddenly pushed off with both feet. The ground caved into two shallow pits beneath him, and his entire body shot forward like a cannonball, cutting through the air with a howl as he charged straight at Mu Qi.
Seeing Han Wu's swift assault, Mu Qi and Zhang Zhao exchanged a glance before advancing to meet him in perfect tacit understanding.
"Vmmm..."
The long saber in