"If only we had an electric saw here," Chu Ji lamented.
Without tools, all the skill in the world was useless.
One pulled a saw from the stolen goods and started sawing the iron. Just as it touched the surface, a whistling sound came from behind.
A flying dart, shot from nowhere, sped straight towards them.
With a large hand, Chu Ji caught the back of Ye Ranran's head and pressed it down, so the dart whizzed past the back of his hand.
Before Ranran could ask, a muffled groan sounded beside her.
Just when the attack had ceased, a new wave came hurtling towards them.
It was unclear how long it lasted, but after One and Chu Ji were each hit by one or two darts, the dart attack finally stopped.
"Are you guys all right?" Ranran looked at them with considerable anxiety.
Compared to their blood-stained bodies, she was spotless, except for some dust that had settled on her from crouching down.
One and Chu Ji hadn't the chance to answer when footsteps approached from the side.
