Zhongtian Beiji dropped the empty rifle magazine from his hand, charged into the room at the fastest speed, and closed the cabin door behind him, jamming the iron mace into the door handle, not daring to delay for even a second.
One major characteristic of the curse of survival against all odds is that fortune and misfortune come hand in hand; one minute you're lucky, the next you're doomed.
Sure enough, within a few seconds, just as Zhongtian Beiji closed the door, his pinky got caught, then he inexplicably tripped on flat ground, biting his tongue.
Fortunately, he had injected himself with a painkiller in advance. With a single hand support, he stood up, took three glucagon syringes from the void, and injected them into the three children players,
then, wasting no time, took out four small pieces of C4 plastic explosives, sticking them to the cabin walls.
