Apart from Xiao Yao and Leng Changrui, everyone else was shocked and stunned, staring at the incredible scene before them.
After a good while, the terrorists recovered, swarming forward en masse, having forgotten their initial caution and vigilance.
When they got there, what drove them to the brink of madness was finding their boss, still breathing, not dead, but lying on the ground like a crippled frog, powerless, with a large pool of blood around him, and continuously spitting out mouthfuls of fresh blood. His ferocious expression was hidden beneath his mask, but the pain in his eyes was laid bare before all his subordinates.
"Boss!" Someone wanted to help the boss up, but they couldn't lift him.
Seeing their boss in such pain and misery, the anger and rage welling up in everyone's hearts stripped them of all rationality.
"Bastards, I'll kill them all!"
"Even if I die, I must avenge the boss!"
