"Whew, whew, whew!" Luo Zheng fired bullets one by one, killing the charging enemies, and drawing more of them in pursuit, providing covering fire for Ghost Hand's retreat. Under the moonlight, he seemed like a War God descended to earth, with an overwhelming presence, completely ignoring the advancing mass of enemies. For his brother's safe escape, what harm in risking life and limb?
The camaraderie forged over more than two years was deeply ingrained in his bones. If Ghost Hand had left with the two men, instead of going alone, Luo Zheng wouldn't have to worry about these things. His icy gaze was locked ahead, firing continuously, without even changing the camouflage bandage on his head.
