"No, tell Cao Xuexiang immediately that once both teams reach the target, have them start the attack directly," Yin Xiaofan told the police. If the target resists, it's the real target; if not, and they blindly flee, that's a mistake—order an immediate retreat.
Yin Xiaofan's brows furrowed. Poison Scorpion had prepared a few decoys. The scorpion was cunning, but as soon as the old scorpion showed up, it would not want to flee.
I don't know what the old scorpion is thinking. Yin Xiaofan could only bring people back as quickly as possible to cope with any unexpected situation that might arise at any moment.
"Mr. Yin, one team was attacked by Poison Scorpions during the shooting. There are reported casualties," a policeman hurriedly told Yin Xiaofan.
"Tell Cao Xuexiang that the real target of the Poison Scorpions' resistance is to keep the team cautious, not to act recklessly. Just stay on the target, and I'll go support it right away," Yin Xiaofan quickly said.
