Pant pant pant!
Thump thump thump...
Bursts of hurried footsteps interspersed with steady breathing noises emerged from all directions, like the roar of a tidal wave.
What...???
Hearing these sounds, George and the others were stunned, unable to grasp what was happening.
Just by listening to these footsteps, it was clear that potentially tens of thousands of people were steadily approaching them.
"Could it be, this bastard has other reinforcements?!" George's face turned as black as the bottom of a pan, feeling a sense of suffocation choking him.
He felt as if he was being fooled by White Mitchell.
Fuck!!!
George ground his teeth in anger.
However, even until now, George still didn't believe that these people were Mitchell's.
In his view, it was more likely that Mitchell had allied with others to amass this number of people.