The intense pain brought Li Huowang a moment of clarity, but not for long. As the anesthetic took a deeper hold, the pain he felt gradually lessened.
Li Huowang staggered backward. When he heard Wu Qi's voice, he finally fainted, collapsing to the ground.
He didn't know how long had passed when he slowly regained consciousness. The continuously swaying flashlight beam on the ceiling made him realize he was still inside the factory. The quiet surroundings proved that everything that had happened here was over.
Li Huowang struggled to lift a hand to his head, which felt as if it were about to split open.
"Here, drink some water. Don't be afraid; this is just a side effect. It'll disappear soon," Wu Qi said, helping Li Huowang sit up.
"Is it over? Did we win?" Li Huowang turned his head to the side, looking at the bodies strewn all around.
"No, they escaped. But Zhao Shuangdian said we achieved our goal. We should retreat now."
