No one had expected these people to go for a suicide attack.
Fortunately, before going in, Lin Beichen had already ordered each squad to toss explosives inside. Otherwise, if the attackers had detonated in the living room, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
"Boss, you okay?"
Yu Feng rushed over to Lin Beichen in a few long strides, supporting him with a face full of concern.
When he saw the blood seeping through Lin Beichen's chest, his expression grew even more tense.
"Scram—!"...
Without even thinking, Lin Beichen lifted his hand and smacked Yu Feng on the head.
He quickly pushed himself up from the ground, shot Yu Feng an annoyed glare, and said, "Stop being so fussy, you're acting like some chick."
"But, Boss..."
"Or how about... you go back and take a rest."
Yu Feng pointed at Lin Beichen's chest; his meaning couldn't be clearer.
Lin Beichen glared at Yu Feng, then waved his hand at the rest of the team and ordered, "Sweep the second floor."
