"Mr. Sekiya, be careful!" cried Aihara Chiharu, seeing Sekiya Ganta struggling awkwardly under the attack of the Demons, drenched in sweat from anxiety, "Mr. Tang, please save him."
Aoki Hiroshi and Ota Nobe did not waste words, but their hearts were filled with gratitude. Tang Zheng stood in front of the three, blocking the Demons. Otherwise, they would surely die.
Any wrong move in combat could lead to death. Davis was clearly the kind of Conqueror who did not care for newbies. If the American newbies had not listened to him, had not gone to pick up guns, and had not left the group, they could have survived a while longer.
Aoki Hiroshi was intelligent and calm enough to take in the whole situation, but he did not know that Tang Zheng's rescue was just incidental.
Faced with unknown enemies and unpredictable combat, Conquerors would usually choose to conserve strength and observe. Otherwise, if they fought with full force, the newbies would definitely not die.
