In a narrow alleyway, Yang Yao and Ji Jingqiu approached a derelict civilian house deep inside.
Yang Yao halted his steps: "As we discussed before, I'll go first to draw their fire. You move in from the side to rescue them. Remember not to hold back! Holding back is just harming yourself."
Ji Jingqiu nodded, having already donned protective clothing.
This was, after all, his first real combat experience. He took several deep breaths, visualizing the Fire House Buddha Hell in his mind, his restless heart covered with a thin frost, blocking out the bustle and turmoil of the outside world, restoring his spirit to a tranquil and profound state.
Making use of the shadows cast by the wall, Yang Yao moved lightly and soundlessly, almost merging with the rhythm of the surrounding environment, his strength converging in every inch of his muscles and bones, ready to spring like a tiger on the hunt.
Suddenly, a shadow of an armed person appeared on the ground ahead.
