"Have you ever considered that the people ambushing us now aren't from the Federation?" Ci Kun said while hastily bandaging his arm.
The skinny Monkey Masked Man was startled, "They aren't from the Federation? Then whose people are they?"
"You ask me, whom shall I ask?" Ci Kun glanced at the skinny Monkey Masked Man and kicked him in the butt while cursing, "Stop wasting words and quickly summon a dead spirit to draw their fire."
"You're so fierce," the skinny Monkey Masked Man said weakly.
However, he promptly summoned a dead spirit as tall as a small hill.
Ci Kun swept a glance at the dead spirit and said no more.
Looking around.
The skinny Monkey Masked Man noticed and asked puzzledly, "What are you looking for?"
"A car, to hotwire and drive away," Ci Kun replied without looking back.
"Okay... Ah, chaotically!"
Suddenly, the skinny Monkey Masked Man cried out, pointing to the southwest corner, "Drones!"
