Bullets rained down on the house like a torrential downpour. The glass windows shattered, wooden frames splintered, and even the walls were now riddled with holes.
Sian knew their fate would be just like those walls—full of holes. And soon, their bodies would be the same. He had to do something. Otherwise, it's game over.
He crouched low, moving swiftly toward the terrorist in Wu Hao's custody.
Lan Qisheng saw Sian moving through the hail of gunfire and shouted in frustration, "Sian! Stay put! Get back here now!"
But Sian acted as if he hadn't heard Lan Qisheng's barking orders, which only fueled the latter's anger.
