Midway through their descend, Feng Ling placed her hand in her pocket; she fully entered her combat-ready state.
Fattie and Da Bin's movements were synonymous with hers.
Li Nanheng stood in front of the group leading them. The instant a silhouette appeared in front of them, he fired his gun first. The opponent could not dodge in time and received a blow to his shoulders. However, he did not give up and continued firing toward them.
"Charge!" Da Bin called softly from the back.
Feng Ling held her gun with one hand as she charged forward. As the enemies that had ambushed them finally stopped underestimating them and began backing away, she rushed forward and gripped Li Nanheng's right wrist. She was about to tell him not to stay ahead of them with his injury, but she saw that the man seemed to be using his left hand to fire his gun with just as much ease.