Guan Yan stuck his head out from the night and glanced at the situation below.
Lu Zhi and Nie Qingru's people were infinitely closing in on them.
Her heart was pounding like a thunderous drum, the thumping heartbeat sounding even louder than any other noise of the night.
"1."
Guan Yan swallowed and closed his eyes as he pressed the switch.
Outside, screams erupted chaotically in response to the unexpected firelight, followed by an explosion that illuminated half the sky.
The crowd outside was in an uproar.
Someone shouted: "Missile, it's a Stinger!"
Lu Zhi and Shadow's camp was in turmoil.
A bodyguard resembling a tower hurriedly pushed Lu Zhi's wheelchair, evacuating him to a safe area.
Though Shadow didn't react as quickly as the bodyguard, he managed to dodge immediately, appearing somewhat disheveled, his face and clothes covered with many exploded fragments.
He briskly approached Lu Zhi, exasperated: "How could Red Alliance headquarters have a Stinger? This..."
