Turning back, Du Qianqian led the charge into the nutrient paste production workshop.
The Chainsaw Angel Gang's defenses were separate from the food company's production line, and due to the alarming explosions and alarms, most of the staff had already stopped working.
They gathered together, anxiously asking the workshop foreman for ideas.
The foreman had no solution either. With one hand, he waved vigorously at them, signaling them not to panic, while the other hand pressed on the communication implant on his forehead. He tried to contact the members of the Chainsaw Angel Gang to inquire about the situation but couldn't get through. All he could do was worry, his temples flashing red lights, like a large crab waving two pincers, extremely awkward. He had no choice but to urge the employees around him to return to their workstations.
