It seemed as if in a blink of an eye, seventeen or eighteen such disgusting monsters surged into the room.
Fang Hong looked around and immediately felt as if he were surrounded. His scalp tingled, but he forced himself to stay calm and said to Hes, "I'll open a gap, and you charge out."
"What about you?"
"I'll be right behind you."
Hes clutched her apron, her knuckles going white, and nodded nervously with her lips tightly pursed.
Fang Hong then turned back, focusing entirely on the task at hand, and seriously pulled down his Wind Goggles saying, "Miss Tata, guide my target."
"Understood, Mr. Knight."
The doll girl placed a hand on his shoulder and suddenly opened her eyelids, revealing a pair of brilliant silver eyes sparkling like Gemstones: "Nine o'clock to the left."
Without hesitation, Fang Hong turned in that direction, and what leapt toward him was the pale head of a middle-aged man, with half-closed eyes and a mouth of uneven yellow teeth.
