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Wu Cheng suddenly felt a pang of anxiety in his sleep, as if some danger was approaching. He jolted awake, sitting up in bed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. The two beautiful women beside him were startled awake by his sudden movement, looking at him with confusion.
"What’s wrong?" one of the women asked.
Wu Cheng didn’t respond; instead, he perked up his ears to listen to the sounds around him. Just then, a sharp gunshot shattered the silence of the night, causing his heart to leap into his throat.
"No way, boss! There are people at the door and in the warehouse!" A panicked shout came from outside.
Wu Cheng's expression changed dramatically as he quickly got dressed and rushed into the living room. Several of his trusted subordinates were already waiting for him, their faces filled with tension and anxiety.
"What’s going on? What happened?" Wu Cheng asked urgently.
"We're not sure, boss. About a dozen people stormed into the factory with firearms. We can’t hold them off," one subordinate said worriedly. "We haven’t checked the warehouse yet, but it probably isn’t good either."
Wu Cheng furrowed his brow tightly. He knew that he had gathered so many subordinates primarily because he controlled a large supply of food. If something happened at the warehouse, not only would his position as leader be in jeopardy, but even his life could be threatened.
"What are we going to do? Is this really the end?" Wu Cheng muttered to himself.
"Boss, we can’t hesitate any longer; we need to take action immediately," another subordinate suggested.
"Right, let’s send someone to check on the situation at the warehouse," Wu Cheng nodded in agreement.
"But boss, there are already people storming in at the door! There must be people at the warehouse too!" one subordinate reminded him.
"What should we do then? We can’t just sit here and wait for death!" Wu Cheng was frantic.
"How about this: let’s concentrate our forces to defend the warehouse; after all, that’s our foundation," one subordinate proposed.
"Yes, that’s a good idea." After thinking for a moment, Wu Cheng decided, "Haozi, you lead a group to the warehouse immediately and ensure its safety. The rest of you stay with me to guard the entrance; we cannot let the enemy break in."
"I understand, boss." Haozi replied and hurriedly left with a group of subordinates.
Wu Cheng took a deep breath, trying hard to calm himself down. He knew that this battle was about his survival; he had to give it his all. At that moment, he silently prayed that it wasn’t too late.
On the other side, Lin Tianyu was like a god among men; anyone who tried to stop him would be easily defeated. The people from Qingcheng Food Factory did not all possess firearms; only a small portion had handguns while most were armed with crossbows and large knives.
Lin Tianyu didn’t need to change magazines; he simply stowed away the spent firearms and switched to another gun to continue fighting. This efficient combat style instilled immense fear in his enemies.
As they approached the warehouse, Mouse led a group of people forward to provide support. Suddenly, he came to a halt.
What the hell, is that a submachine gun? How could there be a submachine gun?
Mouse had once served in the military and had a keen ability to distinguish gunfire.
Get back, we need to retreat quickly. Their firepower is just too strong; a single submachine gun is enough to suppress our entire group, not to mention there are still over ten people at the entrance!
Mouse decisively decided to abandon the support mission and quickly led his men back to Wu Cheng.
Boss, we have to retreat. The people at the warehouse have submachine guns, and judging by the sound, those at the entrance must be armed with assault rifles. With our current strength, we can't compete with them!
Wu Cheng's face turned grim upon hearing this.
Damn it, are these people arms dealers? How do they have such advanced weapons?
Wu Cheng weighed the pros and cons in his mind and realized there were no other options left. He immediately issued the order:
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