Mike's magazine was already empty, with less than twenty bullets left in his gun.
If too many animals came at them, he would have to rely on his dagger to fight.
In such a critical moment, he couldn't afford to worry about politeness and rummaged through the bags in the house, but unfortunately, he didn't find a single bullet.
The injured ones didn't have weapons either, so this battle would surely be a tough one.
Qinghan nodded at me, indicating the plan we had discussed earlier: if it truly came to a life-or-death moment, he would find a way to divert others' attention while I secretly used Karmic Fire.
The first animal that jumped out was shot by Mike and fell to the ground, struggling a few times before going still.
At that time, we were about ten meters away from the small animal. I looked at Mike in confusion; why didn't his and Qinghan's receivers react to something approaching at that distance?
