A dog's bark meant they had found prey!
The four dogs had just been stuffed to the gills by Li Baoyu. With their bellies full, it would be an overstatement to say they could now bring even seventy percent of their full strength to a fight.
Huang Gui was anxious, but Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu were even more so.
The six of them—four armed with guns, two bare-handed—ran forward together.
But after running for five or six minutes, by which point everyone was drenched in sweat, they heard Zhao Jun shout, "Wait, stop running!"
The group stopped and turned to look at Zhao Jun. "Brother, why'd we stop running?" Li Baoyu asked impatiently.
One hand on his gun and the other on his hip, Zhao Jun gasped for breath. "It's not the big loner," he said.
As soon as Zhao Jun spoke, Wei Lai, Huang Gui, and Jiang Ming all understood. They had been too hasty. The moment they heard the dogs start barking, they had charged ahead recklessly.
