"The hard drive is very important, and it's in the bag. It's something I can control immediately," Yang Yi said first about the bag, then about the person, and finally about leaving.
Anton seemed somewhat annoyed as he walked up to Ian, yanked the backpack from his hands, and slung it over his own back.
"What are you doing..."
"I'm keeping it safe for you."
Anton stared intently at Ian and spoke in a low voice, "How many entrances are there?"
"Two..."
"Fuck!"
Anton cursed under his breath. He drew his pistol, stood at the door to glance outside, and then asked Yang Yi, who was still sprawled on the ground, in a low voice, "Can you walk?"
"No!"
Yang Yi clenched his teeth. Now it wasn't a matter of whether he wanted to walk but whether he could. If he could muster the strength, he would surely crawl away if necessary. But the problem was that, after taking a severe blow to his vitals, he was left weak and with numb legs, making it impossible for him to move at all.