In the small workshop, Li Xi's mouth was glued with adhesive tape. The remaining five people took out their pistols from their arms. They stood on both sides of the door of the workshop. They were standing opposite the door. The last one was hiding behind Li Xi and gave Guan Yu a fatal blow when necessary.

There was silence in the workshop. Everyone was facing a big enemy, waiting for Guan Yu to rush in with nervous expression.

The fire-haired pistol was shaking with Jin's hand. He didn't understand why there was such a sad ghostly voice outside, but he understood that it came from the mouth of their...