Whip Brother took the opportunity to crawl out.
"Close the door, close the door!"
The iron gate slammed shut.
Behind him were more than a dozen security guards holding black crossbow arrows. They were the last barrier of the quarry, and those crossbow arrows were extremely powerful, comparable to small thermal weapons at close range.
The dark-skinned man was still wailing, his face pale.
The others didn't dare to move either.
They wanted to fight desperately, but they didn't want to die.
Facing those sharp crossbow arrows, they realized they could only stay put.
"Big Black is not going to make it soon, you guys better call an ambulance."
Someone shouted.
Whip Brother sneered, "Isn't it better if he doesn't make it soon? You bunch of dogs actually dared to hit me.
If it weren't for the fact that you still have some use, I'd have killed you all!"
He wiped the blood off his arm and went back for treatment.
