"Master Yan, let us take it on!" The underlings behind him quickly covered themselves with wet cloth and dashed inside. When bags of lime fell from the sky, they realized that the rag on their faces was useless, and the pitiful screams inside the hall increased once again. Yan Bu'Er shouted angrily at the door, "Damn it, I don't believe they have stored that much lime!"
"Gang Leader, I'll take people from upstairs!"
"Gang Leader, I'll take people to attack from the back door window!"
The underlings eagerly volunteered. After all, these people weren't from the Flame Dragon Gang. They were underlings from other gangs, so they didn't have to worry about medical expenses when fighting. Therefore, the small leaders of the Flame Dragon Gang eagerly volunteered to take the initiative to attack. Yan Bu'Er waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, today we must take this piece of territory!"
