Butler Qian knew they would be defeated and none of them would be able to survive if the situation continued. At least, his Master should be able to break free from the line of their enemy and escape.
"Master, please leave this place. If you live, we could continue living through you."
Even the world condemned you as you lived, as long as you are alive, our pitiful lives would have their meaning.
Butler Qian did not need to say these words, because it could be seen through his aged eyes.
Ming Zhi Yi glanced at him.
His black pool of eyes that were filled with craze look earlier had no expression. If not for the blood on his clothes, no one would think that he was the man laughing crazily while digging into someone's flesh.
When the firing began again, Ming Zhi Yi finally nodded.
"Alright. Cover for me." He then threw the bag to the experts.
