Ability Users took turns attacking the rats, and the destructive power of their abilities was beyond what firearms could match.
Wave after wave of abilities—wind, fire, lightning, and more—swept forward. The rats could not charge through at all and were slaughtered in droves under the onslaught of abilities!
The violent sounds of abilities and the rats' shrieks and wails mingled throughout the passage!
Now the Ability Users were in front and the mercenaries behind them. All the mercenaries listened to the rats' miserable cries while smoking, thoroughly enjoying themselves! If they had a few drinks as well, it would have been perfect!
As Chen Mo was thinking that, he saw Jackson pull out a palm-sized, gleaming Stainless Steel flask and take a swig. Then he nudged Chen Mo with his elbow and gestured toward him with the flask.
There was not much liquor left in the flask, less than half a flask at most. Jackson often took it out for a sip, so there was little remaining.
Chen Mo shook his head, indicating that he did not want any. Who the hell would drink that thing? It was covered in that unlucky fellow's saliva.
Seeing that Chen Mo did not want it, Jackson put it away and took another hard gulp himself. Then he shot Chen Mo a smug glance. But he had not expected Chen Mo to pull a bottle of whisky from his backpack. The moment Jackson saw the label, his eyes went wide.
The label read Chivas, one of the finest whiskies. It made Jackson terribly envious. He looked at the little flask in his hand, then at the bottle of Chivas in Chen Mo's hand, and felt as though his brain could no longer process it.
"How did you fit that in your backpack?" Jackson asked.