Su Xin's actions and demeanor were exceedingly casual.
In contrast, the other party was numerous, with many holding handguns, yet their eyes were full of apprehension, none daring to fire.
Fortunately, at this moment, urgent footsteps sounded from afar, and the good news of imminent reinforcements came through their walkie-talkies.
This allowed them to breathe a slight sigh of relief.
Facing a terrifying enemy with skin comparable to steel, capable of enduring minus two hundred degrees, they knew their guns were useless, and even the heavy weapons coming as support might prove ineffective.
But regardless, it provided a glimmer of hope.
Su Xin also heard the approaching footsteps and probably guessed they were waiting for backup.
He couldn't be bothered to wait that long.
After the pre-battle banter ended, having slightly satisfied his naughty urge to show off and intimidate, he kicked off with his foot, charging towards the crowd.
