While Lin Fan's group thwarted the terrorists' attacks and impeded several of their advances through sheer luck and competence, Ling Qingyu and her girls weren't staying idle.
In fact, the former had no possibility of repelling the attacks apart from prolonging the fight until reinforcements arrived.
Minutes ago, just before the first stage of the attack began, Athena immediately informed her mother of her suspicion.
Seconds later, her daughter's conjecture became reality. When the news reached Ling Qingyu's ears, she struck her fist against the nearest piece of furniture, drawing attention:
"Absurd! Damn it!"
Xiao Yue furrowed her brows. Ling Qingyu always remained calm, even if a storm raged before her eyes.
Whatever had happened to make her lose composure must have been significant. In contrast, Mo Yunxi and Yin Jingfei were slightly frightened by the outburst.
They had never seen her turn warlike, though the latter had witnessed brutality during the last robbery.
