Five minutes later.
A hook-nosed man, a tattooed guy, and a young man with slicked-back hair.
The three of them lay on the ground like dead dogs, all their limbs broken, eyes filled with fear, but also with undisguised resentment.
After waiting for a long time without any new movement, Guo Kai couldn't help but shout, "Who's helping us?"
The voice echoed far away, yet no response came for a long while.
Just when Guo Kai thought there would be no response, something flew out from the bushes.
"Get down!" Guo Kai shouted instinctively, evidently mistaking the flying object for a grenade or some explosive.
The hook-nosed trio, unable to move on the ground, felt their blood run cold at the sound of "get down." Dying in such an inexplicable way was truly suffocating!
However, half a minute passed, and the expected deafening explosion and the force that would have flipped everything around did not occur.
