At this moment, even a fool would know Zhang Xianhai is Jiang Guangrong's subordinate, and Bart succeeded as well.
Bart quickly collapsed to the ground, tilted his head, and stopped breathing.
"Fork!" Carl nearly spat blood. He was cautious. Unexpectedly, he still blocked Jiang Guangrong's way. Carl angrily crashed into the carriage door.
Jiang Guangrong glanced at the iron lock on the door: "Can this thing hold up?"
Zhang Xianhai patted his chest confidently: "Don't worry, it's an iron lock. How can that guy easily open this door? I believe this door will hold until Miyamoto Shigeru arrives!"
Carl stepped back a few paces outside the door, raised his right foot, and kicked hard at the iron door.
Jiang Guangrong's eyebrows twitched slightly as he glanced at the screws on the iron lock: "Are you sure?"
Zhang Xianhai hesitated: "Really, come on..."
Carl stepped back a few more paces, then after running, he kicked the iron door hard again.
