"Feng, Feng, are you okay? My God, they actually opened fire!"
"I'm fine, pal. Back up along the edge of the wall. Paine and the others are about to attack."
Feng Shan, also lying prone in the snow, whispered his reply to Director Roland.
His heart was pounding, and a wave of fear washed over him in hindsight.
Even though he'd used the Enchanting Spell to make the man shoot, and had prepared to dodge ahead of time...
...bullets don't have eyes. If that bastard at the gate had aimed just a little differently, he would've been shot in the head.
Damn it.
'I can't play around like this anymore.'
Feng Shan cursed inwardly, silently vowing never to pull a stunt this reckless again.
As he thought this, he carefully shifted his body, his eyes glued to the iron gate and the surrounding area, waiting for Paine and his team to launch their assault.
Nash, hiding behind cover, was watching Feng Shan's every move with rapt attention.
