The streets were deserted, and the various shops had been smashed to pieces.
A gust of wind came from who knew where, sending a plastic bag rolling across the ground.
Dao Long poked his head around the corner of an alley and scanned the area. Then he hurried toward the residential building across the road.
As he ran, he called out, "Brother Bai, this way!"
Lu Bai wasn't familiar with many parts of Chikan Bay, so following a local like Dao Long was clearly the better option.
These secluded backstreets were a bit of a hassle to navigate, but they were still safer than walking openly down the main street.
There was no helping it. Chikan Bay had become a battlefield.
The Prison Guards weren't the only ones launching attacks. As the chaos escalated, every faction in Chikan Bay had become a band of armed hunters.
Bullets could come flying from shops, buildings, rooftops... Any moment, a careless step could leave someone riddled with holes.
In the corridor of the residential building, several Prison Guards stood against the wall, cautiously making their way toward the rooms inside to check for anyone they'd missed.
But before they could take more than a few steps, they heard the door behind them kicked open.
Dao Long flashed in like a ghost and swiftly took out the Prison Guards. Not one of them managed to fire a shot.
"Brother Bai, let's go upstairs."
Dao Long lowered his voice, then took the lead and ran for the stairwell.
"Wait."
Lu Bai suddenly stopped Dao Long, his gaze turning peculiar as he looked at a nearby door.
Incidentally, the titles worn by the deathmatch participants floated above them, but their anchor point was actually the participants' heads. When they tilted their heads, the titles above them