Three precise shots landed directly in front of their feet.
Sparks flew off the steel floor.
Wan Hao stumbled back a step, only to see a nimble young man pull himself up with a rope in two steps.
Xiaoma let out an excited low growl, "Brother Xiao, we caught a big fish!"
A worker following behind Old Yuan and another person stepped forward, his muscles bulging under his blue uniform, and threw a fierce punch at Xiaoma, but Xiaoma dodged it. However, he still underestimated the worker's strength and was directly knocked into the wall beside him.
The second grappling hook flew up.
Lu Xiao, holding an assault rifle in one hand, climbed with the other.
In a few swift moves, he charged up, swinging his assault rifle forward.
Two crisp clashes rang through the air.
Two white marks appeared on the rifle's body.
