Rob's voice was fierce, "One by one, put your back into it and tear these damn iron plates apart!"
Everyone's hearts trembled, and not daring to refuse, they were about to step forward when Sislang, the Blood Wolf, halted mid-stride, his nose twitching, his gaze suddenly becoming grave: "Rob, there are people..."
Actually, without his warning, Rob had already turned his head to look at the other end of the corridor, his eyes icily cold.
There was yet another group of people.
Three figures clad in black standard combat armor emerged from the shadows.
The expressions of Froza and the others instantly turned grave, and Sislang added in a low voice: "They exposed themselves on purpose, their scent appeared very abruptly."
The appearance of this unexpected development made the atmosphere on the scene very tense, but the ferocious expression on Rob's face softened, and he asked calmly, "My friends, where do you come from? What's your purpose?"
