"It looks like we know where to start."
As they exchanged glances, the Masked Man was the first to speak. Rather than looking worried, he seemed pleased.
It had to be said: things were going almost too smoothly.
Especially if the person over there was Brother Death Row, and he hadn't been killed by the gunfire.
"We need to hurry."
The team clearly had no objections to his suggestion.
As they spoke, Red Dragon had already taken the lead. For the first time, the blade-spear in his hand was fully extended, revealing its menacing full form.
Bang!
But the moment he rounded the first corner, he abruptly stopped and ducked his head.
Stone chips flew as a bullet grazed his ear and smashed into the wall behind him, leaving a crater.
"It's us!"
Though caught off guard, Red Dragon stayed relatively calm and immediately shouted.
"Move!"
No second shot followed. Instead, a shout rang out, and a figure charged toward them in the blink of an eye.
It was indeed the team's last member, Brother Death Row.
At that moment, however, he looked rather battered.
Aside from the fluorescent specks covering his clothes, the most striking thing was the terrifying bloodstain around his waist. At a glance, the flesh there looked mangled.
"Fall back first. It's dangerous over there!"
Only after reaching them did Brother Death Row notice the four people behind Red Dragon. Clearly relieved, he immediately motioned for the team to retreat.
Given the evidence of blood still seeping from his waist, no one questioned him. They readily followed his lead.
"No one's following us."
Before long, Qing, who had been keeping watch, came back and indicated that everyone could rest for a while.
The six of them, now reunited, were in a room that looked like