"How long do you think Ling Mo and his group can keep running?" Inside a shop at the intersection, two Falcon members were hiding behind a shabby counter.
One of them pulled out a cigarette and asked.
The other glanced at him, "Damn it, you're smoking during the mission… give me one."
"Go smoke your own." The man lit his cigarette with a snap and continued, "We're lucky this time, staying at the rear."
"I think it won't be long," the other man said, "Once they're caught, they'll inevitably be surrounded by darkness. Our people will all hide in the dark, and they'll just take the beating passively."
"In that case, even Ling Mo probably won't hold out for long." The man exhaled a puff of smoke, lamenting.
"Yeah, I think so too." A third voice suddenly emerged.
Both men froze, their movements paused as they were about to take another puff. The other's heart lurched, and their faces turned pale instantly.
In the next second, a bloodline appeared on each of their necks…
