He was accidentally shot in the right shoulder, and a glaring bloodstain blossomed on his shirt as his rose-colored lips quickly lost color.
Someone below saw it and immediately shouted excitedly, "He's been shot! Quick! Keep suppressing him with firepower!"
The young man's eyes were bloodshot. Hearing this good news, he made a 'continue' gesture and said in a deep voice, "Don't give him a chance!"
No wonder they were so excited.
This Y was just too formidable a fighter.
Several of their brothers were taken down here, and if this continued, they might all have to stay behind as well.
This went against their original intention.
They had counted on their numerical advantage to keep their losses between 1 to 3 people.
But now...
The young man looked at the brothers fallen on the ground in disarray, at least a dozen, far exceeding their psychological expectations.
Thinking of this, he steeled his resolve and shouted even more intimidatingly, "Suppress them for me!"
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