A low, piercing screeching sound reverberates in the mind, driving one nearly mad.
"Mr. Francis, can you still hold on?"
Holding a shotgun in one hand, Valentine strides forward, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Behind him, Francis is panting heavily, looking utterly disheveled.
"I, I can't hold on much longer, Mr. Valentine."
"Hang in there, don't let those creatures find us!"
While yelling, Valentine keeps glancing around cautiously.
The situation is just terrible!
Honestly, Valentine never imagined things would turn out like this. They had sent a telegram through the city's post office earlier but hadn't received a response from Fang Zheng. They knew Fang Zheng was out on business and wouldn't be back anytime soon. So, Valentine decided to resolve the problem himself.
