No Man's Land, office building.
Mindo and Seema were resting in the office.
They had brought water and compressed biscuits with them, so they weren't worried about food or drink for the time being.
"Madam, bear with it. That woman's suggestion is good, let's break out of the wolves' den first. Wulan can't move, and that man can only carry her; he can't be distracted. When the time comes, you and I will work together, and we'll certainly get rid of that woman."
Mindo snorted coldly.
Seema added, "If the fight continues, and if it takes too long, maybe the master will really come over."
"Nonsense!"
Ashamed, Seema had no choice but to fall silent.
Mindo laid down directly on the floor and said, "Rest. Conserve your strength; we'll break out together later."
"Yes, madam."
In the tool room,
Forsythia Brown was treating Peter Andrews' wounds.
It turned out that when Peter fired the Silver Fox, he hadn't taken into account the gun's recoil, which had injured his palm.
