Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

"You...you guys!" The casual resident who had been arguing with Park Im-cheong looked at the other two, too angry to speak.

I really don't know how they were brainwashed. They paid the money themselves, even though they were just like that elderly man who was killed.

If Park Im-cheong can treat him this way now, he can treat you the same way in a moment. So why are you still defending him?

Should we side with him?

He finally couldn't hold back anymore, "I... I'm quitting! I'm not going with you!"

"What? Are you crazy?" another casual player shouted. "You paid the money, and Brother Qing is protecting us. You're going to quit for this idiot? Aren't you going to lose everything?"

"I can't accept this! You guys can leave on your own, I don't want that 10 yuan!" He thought to himself, quitting now would mean losing 10 yuan.

If I go with him any longer, I might get tricked into getting lost!

Park Im-cheong gave him a mocking look. "Oh? You're actually going to back out? Have you thought it through? The protection fee isn't refundable."

"Fine, I won't quit. I can't team up with someone like you."

Park Im-cheong's eyes gradually turned cold, but a sickly smile remained on his face.

"Fine, go ahead, you've got guts! Now get out of here, and give me back my armband."

Park Im-cheong stretched out his hand, demanding that the armband be returned.

The man ripped off his armband and slammed it heavily into Park Im-cheong's hand.

He then turned and strode away in another direction.

Park Im-cheong's lips twitched as he watched the receding figure and slowly raised the rifle in his hand.

He muttered to himself, "Without the armband, he's no longer a teammate." It was unclear whether he was saying this to the other two or to comfort himself.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, something was thrown out from the gap in the pipe above his head.

In that instant, she caught Park Im-cheong's attention.

Then, a large cloud of black smoke exploded on the ground.

"action!"

boom!

A loud bang came from the other side of the laundry room door.

The metal door was kicked open, and then more than a dozen prison guards filed in.

The three people, still shrouded in black smoke, had no idea what was going on.

"What happened?"

"What happened?"

While the three were still completely bewildered, a dense barrage of bullets pierced through the smoke grenades and began indiscriminately firing.

Suddenly, shrapnel flew everywhere and sparks flew all over the laundry room.

Although Park Im-cheong can be disgusting at times, he is still an official member of the Hibiscus Club.

Their reaction speed and execution ability are indeed unmatched by three people.

The moment the door was kicked open, he immediately understood what was happening from the commotion of footsteps.

Although he didn't know why so many prison guards had come, the fact was that they were about to be surrounded.

"Retreat!" Park Im-cheong shouted, immediately leaping behind cover. Even so, his lightning-fast reaction time meant he was hit several times.

However, being a level 5 armor, it was quite durable, and its durability didn't drop much.

The other two were not so lucky; they had already been shot several times when they heard their brother Qing say to retreat.

As they staggered to their hideout, their Level 4 armor had already been shredded by the prison guards' blue flesh bullets.

Multiple abrasions and bleeding on the limbs.

"Brother Qing, what should we do next?" A casual player was terrified and couldn't help but shout.

Park Im-cheong was exasperated. Why was he shouting like that at a time like this? As if he wanted everyone to know he was there.

Where did that smoke grenade come from? The timing was so perfect.

This conveniently blocked his view of the people shooting the criminals, while also preventing them from blocking the entrance where the prison guards were entering.

If we give them the chance to hold that narrow doorway, they might be able to use their superior gun position to fight and retreat at the same time.

Now the prison guards have swarmed in, and they have no chance to resist.

"It's alright, I'm wearing level 5 armor, their bullets can't hurt me," Park Im-cheong said, patting his level 5 bulletproof vest on his chest.

"Their frontal fire is too concentrated right now, we have no chance to fight back."

"In this way, my equipment is the best and my combat power is the highest. As long as I can get into the middle of their camp and not be shot at by everyone at the same time, I am confident that I can wipe them out."

Park Im-cheong explained his plan to the other two members of the group, and his eerie smile vanished, replaced by an encouraging tone.

"That's great, as expected of Brother Qing."

"Yes, yes, we only had this opportunity because of Brother Qing."

The other two were greatly encouraged by what Park Im-cheong said.

"Right now, you two need to hold off their frontal fire for a while to buy time for my assault."

Upon hearing that they would have to hold off the firepower of more than a dozen prison guards, the two immediately backed down.

Seeing their timid appearance, Park Im-cheong said, "These prison guards are very likely to drop high-value supplies. Even if they don't drop any supplies, their bullets alone are enough to make you rich."

"When the time comes, you can all loot the bodies of the prison guards you kill; I won't leave a single one alive."

Upon hearing Park Im-cheong's words, the two laymen's eyes lit up.

"Okay, we believe what Brother Qing says."

"Brother Qing, you'd better hurry, our weapons won't last much longer."

"Don't worry! I'm a professional!"

"Good!" The two independent players shouted in unison, as if encouraging themselves.

"Okay, listen to my commands," Park Im-cheong instructed, "Ten, nine..."

The other two were dumbfounded. Wait, they were going to play a 10-second countdown now?

"...Two, one! Move out!"

At Park Im-cheong's command, two snipers peeked out from the side and, without caring whether they were aiming or where they were firing, started firing wildly at the outside.

Then Park Im-cheong transformed into a black shadow and instantly left the cover.

Da da da da!

The triggers were as hard as steel, pressed down to the limit, the muzzles of the guns almost reaching the sky, yet neither of them knew to pull them down further.

Anyway, let's just fight and see what happens.

Less than ten seconds later, a click came from the gun barrel; the bullets were all fired.

The two men's hands trembled instantly. They quickly pulled the gun barrels back, took out spare magazines from the magazine racks, and loaded them into the guns.

When his hand touched the hot gun barrel, he winced in pain.

"Qing-ge? Qing-ge! Are you done yet?"

"Yes, Qing-ge, we're about to collapse!"

The prison guards outside didn't even fire their guns to suppress them; they only felt footsteps slowly approaching from all directions.

When is Brother Qing going to make his move? Why haven't we heard a thing?

Neither of them dared to peek out; their minds were filled with the happy image of Park Im-cheong killing all the prison guards and then going out to loot their bags.

Having paid 100,000 yuan in protection fees, how could they not expect to lick a million yuan's worth of boots?

But gradually, as the prison guards drew closer, they realized something was wrong.

Where is Qing Ge in the laundry room?

After all, he said he was a professional at doing this kind of thing!