Didn't you notice the way the bun-haired receptionist was looking at you two?
"Hurry up and kill them, then retreat!"
"Got it, got it."
The door at the end of the hallway was tightly closed, with sofas, cabinets, and other miscellaneous items piled up behind it to block it.
But such obstacles couldn't possibly stop the players.
"Three, two, one, go!"
As the countdown ended, two players from the Strength Department charged forward with shields, and the tons of piled-up junk collapsed like it was hit by a bulldozer.
Da-da-da—
The Tiger Claw Gang members, alert behind sofas, counters, and bars, instinctively pulled their triggers, bullets filling every inch of space at the door, only to find no one was there.
Until the magazines ran empty, the Tiger Claw gunmen, panting, began to reload, and two concussion grenades suddenly flew through the vacant door.
