"Boom!"
The door shattered, wood chips flying everywhere.
"Watch out!"
"It's him!"
The three people inside reacted immediately as Fang Zheng burst in, with Qiao reaching for the gun at his waist.
For him, drawing a gun was a reflex when faced with danger.
Three meters was a short distance, enough to kill an opponent.
"Pfft!"
A dark figure lunged at him first, and Qiao instinctively turned his head to dodge, only to feel pain in his shoulder, rendering his arm powerless.
An axe!
He was hit!
Fang Zheng followed closely, attempting to deliver the final blow to his opponent, but suddenly a black shadow blocked his path—Owen's tall figure.
Not like an ordinary person.
They were professional mercenaries.
Qiao's first reaction to the attack was to reach for his gun; Owen chose to face them directly, while Dave picked up a briefcase and retreated to a hidden spot.
At the same time, a dagger appeared in Dave's hand.
"Kill!"
