"Huff huff huff..."
Jiang Xu, holding an iron rod, breathed heavily.
Intruders lay all over the ground.
Some with severed hands, others with severed feet.
There were only a little more than twenty bodyguards left standing.
If another wave came, there was no way to resist.
"Hasn't JC arrived yet?" Jiang Xu furrowed his brow as he looked towards a bodyguard.
That bodyguard shook his head: "They were hugged tightly (homophonic) an hour ago, but there's been no movement yet."
Jiang Xu knew what was happening.
He immediately issued an order: "The injured go down and rest; those who can still fight, stay put and reorganize, eat something."
That night every person carried compressed biscuits and a bottle of white liquor.
The white liquor had many uses.
It could replenish energy.
It could embolden.
It could disinfect.
Jiang Xu took a big gulp of white liquor and passed the remainder to Fu Yanjie.
