At that moment, all the people who had just gone inside ran out in a panic, as if they had seen something terrifying within, wishing they had been born with an extra pair of legs.
Rat-a-tat-tat...
The people who ran out were holding assault rifles, firing into the pitch-black entrance. Their frantic manner suggested that whatever was inside was horrifying and had instilled great fear and panic in them.
Soon after, a figure wearing tattered military uniform from World War II emerged, crawling out on hands and knees as if some wild beast.
The figure had a face full of hair with long drool hanging from the corners of his mouth. His eyes were white, occasionally shaking his body. Still, his original appearance could vaguely be discerned.
The bullets from the Martial Artists' guns made a series of tinkling sounds as they struck him, ricocheting off. One of the warriors even pulled out a grenade, yanked the pin, and threw it at him.
