"The East City Association left over two hundred elite brothers at the resort, all carrying shotguns and rifles, with some heavy equipment, ensuring ample firepower."
"If a fight does break out, we can hold our ground for a while."
"The upcoming battle is not something ordinary people can participate in."
Fang Cheng looked at him, his tone softened:
"Keeping the shooting range secure and ensuring the safety of the people in the shelter is the biggest help you can provide me."
Ah Le felt a chill in his heart, instantly understanding the weight of Fang Cheng's words.
He did not hesitate for a second, stood at attention, and bowed:
"Yes! Take care, Mr. Fang, I'll go arrange the evacuation right away."
With that said, Ah Le turned and quickly left the room.
As the door clicked shut, the living room returned to silence.
Fatty Hu and Fei Ying simultaneously looked at Fang Cheng, their eyes filled with eager anticipation, though they said nothing.
