The tactical channel on the prison guard side was filled with shouting of all sizes, never ceasing.
Snipers stationed at various vantage points were equipped with tungsten armor-piercing bullets capable of threatening Grandmaster Martial Artists.
However, they did not specifically aim at Thirteen Orphans and Ah She, these Grandmasters.
After all, if they couldn't guarantee a hit, it was better to reduce the number of Red Sticks and officers as much as possible first.
Thirteen Orphans took advantage of the chaos to break into the prison guards' line, clearing out personnel around an armored vehicle amid the rain of bullets, crouching atop the vehicle.
He glanced around, feeling a lingering fear.
"Truly tragic."
Not letting him idle long, several Senior Prison Guards joined forces to pounce on him.
Thirteen Orphans reluctantly rubbed his forehead, compelled to face the challenge.
