Fu Yubo's blood rapidly stained his clothes, the shockingly bright red hurting everyone's eyes.
Tang Qingzhong's breathing became rapid, feeling his blood coursing faster through his body. In this moment, he thought, like the others, beyond the rage filling his chest, there was more fear and unease.
The threat of death loomed over him, almost causing him to turn and run.
Just then, a voice suddenly came to his ear, "Senior, when I turn off the lights, throw the bucket and ice water on those people at the same time."
The calm voice of a woman, accompanied by a composed and calm suggestion, gave Tang Qingzhong the reassurance he desperately needed. The fear that had almost taken over due to the anxiety of death suddenly had a glimmer of change.
Yes, if he ran now, abandoning the others, he might not get away. After those people killed the ones here, they would surely come after him, and how could he, alone against many, not be doomed?
