Rat-a-tat-tat...
A burst of frantic shooting.
Lin Chuan reacted swiftly, rolling to the ground the moment the trigger was pulled. A multitude of steel pellets splattered against the wall opposite, kicking up clouds of dust, with several bullet holes conspicuously visible. The man Lin Chuan knocked down to the ground cursed in pain, "Damn it, who told you to shoot? I'm almost dead."
The man holding a large crossbow was immediately stunned.
At this moment, the man in white struggled up from the ground, his arm wounded by rebounding steel pellets, blood flowing profusely.
"Where is he?" the man in white cursed angrily. He hastily picked up the crossbow and started looking around for Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan stood gasping behind a huge pillar, his ear pressed against it, using the sound transmission between the floor and the pillar to judge the distance between himself and his pursuers. However, by now, he could judge the distance just by their shouts.
