Chen Xiaoyong, who had left the warehouse on the second floor before anyone else, was now outside the front door.
Outside the door was a wide road.
The car they had driven effectively cut across the entire road, creating a semicircular steel wall that blocked all those trying to rush out the door and pushed them back.
The large amount of bullets they had obtained through trade was finally put to use.
The moment someone dared to show up, gunfire would crackle like frying beans, forcing Peng Yue's people to clumsily flee back behind the cover made of miscellaneous items and cargo boxes.
But such cover was limited to a few spots and couldn't protect everyone.
Therefore, arguing was unavoidable.
Seeing his subordinates start to quarrel, Peng Si didn't say a word and instead grabbed a gunstock, savagely beating the loudest one until the person cried out in pain, admitting their mistake before he finally stopped.
