But getting there is not such an easy task. Old Zhao wanted to respond to Lin Junfu, but the heavy pressure on him made him dare not open his mouth. He feared that once he spoke, his breath would escape and the nearly hundred-pound iron sheet would crush him down.
"Lei Tong! Hurry! Go over and give Old Zhao and them a hand! Everyone else, line up on both sides, form a defensive formation!" Seeing the predicament of Zhao and Wang, Lin Junfu immediately made a command.
In an instant, the warriors acted upon the orders.
Xu Renjie, Li Xiaoxin, Hua Biao, Shen Lian, paired up in groups of two, formed a defensive line for Zhao and Wang who were slowly carrying supplies out of the shop front.
The short five-meter transport route had indeed become a life-and-death crossing line.
Runners continually rushed at the supply line in surprise attacks, but all these vicious "thugs" were without exception slain under the blades of the defensive group.
