Xia Jinyuan glanced over, picked up his pistol, and shot at a worker who was touching under the lathe in the production room. He wanted to report it to the outside!
Bang!
The sound of a gun was heard. The worker who wanted to report the news fell to the ground. Noah shouted in the Molaban language, "Behave yourselves. No one is allowed to move. We'll leave quickly! We won't hurt you!"
Then, he shouted at Ye Jian, who was still shooting at the lock of the steel door, "Damn it, hurry up!"
After shouting, he swept his gaze outside again. The guards who came as reinforcements fell to the ground one by one. In the car, Will, who heard the gunshots, couldn't sit down anymore. His forehead was sweating non-stop. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat with trembling hands. He kept muttering, "God bless, God bless."
