Then, a personal meeting with the final boss.
......
In front of the office surveillance footage.
Wu Shihao's eyes were glued to the dark screen, incessantly cursing the escapees.
Trying to continue issuing combat commands was to no avail; the situation seemed irretrievable.
"Old Wu, you don't need to be too anxious."
The young man standing beside him spoke up: "This assassin's gun skill is indeed strong, and his agility is remarkable, but with A'tai and me joining forces, he can only get this far tonight."
Wu Shihao glanced at him, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
At a time like this, this guy still has the leisure to wipe his dull samurai sword with a cloth.
The muscle hunk smirked and said:
"Just a slightly more agile rat. If we were to fight one-on-one bare-handed, I could punch his head to pieces!"
The young swordsman finished wiping the blade, waved it horizontally, and instantly it emitted a clear, pleasant ring.
Then he added:
