The message of wanting to escape flashes through his mind. Who is being toyed with by whom? The man strides backward, trying to maintain a certain distance. He is close to the door. Without Grot, it's like he's lost an arm, but it's not the worst situation.
The prey wanders before him, retreating, waiting for an opening to escape. There is only one exit. The man steps backward, not appearing dejected by failure, but rather increasingly provocative. "You can fight, but can you compete with a cannonball?"
Xiao Lin tilts his head, not quite understanding the man's words. He watches as the man exits and locks the door, the sound of stairs collapsing is quickly followed by the man's laughter as he draws back the black curtain, inspecting the man below.
At some point, several people have already taken their places, with the man standing in their midst, accepting their rocket launcher and aiming at Xiao Lin's position.
