"No!"
In the cave, a roar suddenly erupted, and the veins on Teresa's head bulged.
He saw with his own eyes his good comrade, his good brother directly shot into a sieve by countless muzzles.
A thirty-year-old man, yet tears uncontrollably rolled down in large drops.
"No!!" His five fingers dug into the dirt mixed with rubble, his hands bleeding without him noticing.
The whole person even instantly wanted to leap out, but was harshly pressed down by Mu Fan.
"Private, let go of me!" His fierce and bloodshot eyes looked at Mu Fan, then he swung a punch fiercely, the whistling sound resounding in the cave.
However, with a smack, Mu Fan caught his swinging fist with one hand.
Teresa wanted to withdraw his fist, but found that the other's hand was like an iron claw, with unbelievable strength, and he couldn't pull it out.
"Captain, calm down!"
