The crowd ignored the teahouse owner's words and continued to search for an escape route. But time was running out. The poison gas had already filled the entire metal space, and although everyone was skilled in martial arts, it was impossible to hold their breath indefinitely; sooner or later, they would inhale the toxic gas.
Ling Chen's face darkened slightly; this outcome was something he hadn't anticipated beforehand. He thought everything was going smoothly according to plan, but who knew they'd fall for the enemy's trap.
What to do?
Looking at the enclosed space all around, a trace of despair surged in his heart.
Bam!
Suddenly, a dull sound came from above. Everyone raised their heads, looking toward the entrance they had come through, judging from the source of the sound that it was the entrance.
