The natural law, the survival of the fittest—the first to fall can only be the weak. Under the mad spray of bullets from desperate men with little accuracy, the bullet avoidance steps that Luo Zheng and Ghost Hand were renowned for rendered them almost ineffective. Before the enemy could catch up, they fell one by one to precise sniping. Luo Zheng and Ghost Hand burst forth with unprecedented speed, and with the accurate covering fire from their comrades, they charged into the dense forest in one go.
Hidden behind a big tree, the two of them gasped for breath. Once they had calmed down a bit, they exchanged a knowing smile, a surge of combative pride, born of life-and-death struggle, rising in their hearts. Ghost Hand said with a hint of admiration, "Kid, you've got skill. You must have turned Fox Wolf into a sieve, huh?"