Under the continuous battering, the heavy front gate crashed to the ground. At the same time, several smoke grenades were tossed in from outside, instantly forming a thick cloud of smoke that blocked everyone's line of sight. Not good! Seeing this, Ling Chen cursed inwardly and shouted urgently, "Seventh Brother, it's your turn."
"Don't panic, they haven't come in yet. Everyone follow my command." Hearing this, everyone focused all their attention on the doorway, not daring to even breathe loudly, all keeping utterly silent for fear of affecting Yang Chen's hearing.
Time ticked by second after second; there was still no movement outside. The smoke screening the front had gradually dissipated. Ling Chen was a bit puzzled—those guys were clearly gearing up for an assault, yet still hadn't shown themselves. What the hell were they up to? Just as he was thinking that, Yang Chen suddenly spoke, "Someone's coming, but it's only one set of footsteps."
