A terrible thought flashed through Conni's mind, and he quickly focused.
At this point, he had no choice but to check himself.
Footsteps sounded, someone was coming down the stairs.
Conni held his gun aimed at the entrance of the corridor, holding his breath, his hand was steady without a trace of trembling.
Dada, Dada, Dada...
The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow but carried a peculiar rhythm as if the newcomer was preparing for a banquet rather than a battle.
As the footsteps reached the corner of the first floor, suddenly there was a change.
Creak—
The wooden staircase let out a piercing sound, the board split, and a figure burst out!
Conni's pupils shrank, a familiar sense of palpitation arose, and he decisively moved his feet sideways, while simultaneously pulling the trigger.
Bang! Bang!
Shh!
The whistling of air was masked by gunshot sounds, it was Wu Li throwing a dart while rushing out from the corner.
