After Hayes finished grooming, the warehouse was still a scene of chaos.
Many people had been thrown down by the Dreadweaver Spider when it dropped them from the web, and most had injuries of varying severity.
The worst off was a member of Miguel's team—very likely with a broken bone.
He lay on the ground in agony, waving off help as cold sweat streamed down his face.
Hayes's subordinates had already tended to him, using makeshift splints to stabilize his leg.
There was no way he would be able to move freely anytime soon.
Deputy Zhou returned to report the situation, a rare hint of seriousness showing on the snow leopard's face.
He lowered his paw and said, "Got it. When we depart, find someone to carry him. Keep him in the center of the formation."
When he turned his head, Hayes finally noticed Albert.
The big cat froze for a second, instantly sensing something was wrong.
"What happened to you? You went down the corridor for barely a moment—why do you look like that?"
