"He..."
Ding ding, ziii ziii...
Suddenly, a round object, flying in from god knows where, fell in front of everyone, sequentially emitting dozens of zing sounds, accompanied by thick waves of smoke, instantly enshrouding the area in a haze.
Liu Mou, realizing what Mr. Liu's gesture meant, took advantage of the confusion caused by the smoke, quickly found an opening, and rushed through it. With a loud crash, a glass wall was shattered by Liu Mou, who then frantically dashed away like a fish finding water.
"You! Mr. Liu! Liu Qiang! Hmph!" Zhu Ziming, seeing this scene, was so furious that he was trembling and could hardly speak, glaring venomously at Mr. Liu.
"What are you dazing at! Chase, damn it!" Zhu Ziming yelled sternly. Several soldiers, hindered by the smoke, slowly moved forward until they reached fresh air, and only then could they see clearly around them.