Watching Chen Mo fight, everyone was nervous. Nine people were surrounding and attacking one person—how could they not be nervous?!
But none of them were particularly strong, so they had no idea how to intervene. After discussing it back and forth, they still came to no conclusion.
After arguing for a while, everyone instead looked at Brother Zhao, asking him what they should do. In the end, they were simply too weak; no matter how much they talked, it was useless!
The man surnamed Zhao looked at Chen Mo, who was being surrounded and attacked, and did not know what to do either.
After frowning and thinking for a moment, he said, "It looks like there's only one way!"
"What way?"
"These people are all very strong, so it's basically impossible for us to get involved. There's only one method that might work."
"Tell us!"
"Yeah! Brother Zhao, tell us what it is."
"We collected so many weapons, so we'll use them for long-range attacks! Everyone spread out and attack as much as you can. Whenever you see an opening, fire all your bullets! And carry grenades—tie several together. If anyone gets captured, pull the pin directly. Even if we can only hurt those fellows, that's still good!"
Brother Zhao explained his idea in a low voice. It was essentially a suicide attack. Everyone immediately fell silent. They had not expected Brother Zhao's plan to be this.
But after thinking it over carefully, this really was their only option. When masters fought, it was not like anyone could simply jump in. Only a method like this might have some effect.
But in the end, he forcefully got to his feet and said, "Let's do it! Helping him means helping ourselves! I was supposed to be killed anyway, but that Siamese