"Still can't connect to the others..."
"Damn! They've jammed our signals here. We need to retreat quickly..."
On the other side, the fleeing Flying Eagle Guards, who had been unable to contact anyone else, looked increasingly troubled as they ran and spoke together.
Unable to contact others, they were unable to call for backup or alert anyone else. As for the Flying Eagle Guards on other floors, they could only hope for the best, using their wits to realize something was wrong and get out as soon as they could.
Staying in the Qingyun Hotel had become untenable.
On the upper floors of the Qingyun Hotel in a luxurious suite.
The increasing proximity of raucous voices and gunfire made them progressively more anxious. They knew that people were likely getting killed nearby; they held tight to their guns or cold weapons.
These were their hopes of staying alive.
"Bang--"
