"Just how many of them are there? It feels like we've killed so many, but their numbers haven't gone down at all!"
"I don't know what's happening upstairs. I hope they hurry. If they're any later, I'm afraid the two of us won't be able to hold on!"
At the building's entrance, Fan and Zhang Lei stood on the left and right, continuously clashing with the enemies storming in. The ground at their feet was already carpeted with bodies, forcing the pair to retreat as they fought.
"Don't say such grim things. I believe Mr. Zhou definitely has other plans!" Zhang Lei, who already had three or four wounds—fortunately none of them fatal—retorted to Fan after slitting an enemy's throat.
