Rockets, trailing long tails of flame, flew toward Xu Tuoan. A thunderous explosion followed, and a dazzling fire lit up the sky.
The shockwave from the explosion sent stone floor fragments of various sizes flying. They pitter-pattered down like rain mixed with stone, flesh, and sparks.
It was over. Liu Wu Dai listened to the System notification in his ears and silently put away the rocket launcher.
At that moment, the Plague Doctor, who had been hiding for a long time, leaped down from the second-floor hallway. Looking at the widespread mess, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.
"After one script mission," the Plague Doctor's face was obscured by a motorcycle helmet, making his expression unreadable, but his tone was heavy with a shared sorrow as he lamented, "out of five people, only three are left..."
