Just as Song Heping and Willie threw their hand grenades, the adversaries also hurled hand grenades into the hallway.
Boom——
Boom——
Boom——
In the room, hand grenades flew chaotically, and the sounds of explosions were incessant.
Even with noise-cancelling headphones, Song Heping could still feel the force of the shockwave, including a severe jolt to his body.
In a confined space, throwing hand grenades at each other would have been alright if there were cover, at least the shrapnel wouldn't hurt oneself.
But the shockwaves were unbearable, relying solely on individual endurance.
Now, no one dared to rashly advance without throwing hand grenades in a round.
Everyone knew there were experts inside or opposite them.
A series of explosions left the room in complete disarray, pieces of carpet and furniture flying everywhere, dust rose from the ground, obscuring everyone's vision.
Song Heping retreated further into the room, hiding inside.
He was now waiting for an opportunity.
