A fashion queen

Mo Yunting immediately gathered his men and led them to the abandoned factory. Along the way, he thought about the possible situations he might encounter and prepared himself for any dangers.

When they arrived at the factory, they were shocked by what they saw. The place looked abandoned for years, with dilapidated buildings and ruins everywhere. However, Mo Yunting was not fooled by appearances. He keenly sensed that there was some secret hidden here.

Mo Yunting led his men cautiously into the factory, searching vigilantly. Just then, a group of men in black appeared like ghosts and quickly surrounded them. These men were agile and clearly well-trained.

Facing the sudden onslaught of enemies, Mo Yunting stood calmly, his eyes determined and sharp. He met the black-clad men's gazes fearlessly and demanded loudly, "Who are you? Why have you led me here?"

The men in black didn't answer his question, but launched their attack without a word. Their agility and sharp movements instantly drew Mo Yunting and his men into a fierce battle.

Mo Yunting was agile, weaving between enemies like a ghost, easily avoiding their attacks. His movements were as fast as lightning, and every attack was precise and deadly.

At the same time, he never forgot to observe the situation around him. His sharp eyes swept every corner, trying to find the enemy's weaknesses and flaws. He soon discovered that these men in black were well-trained, coordinated with each other, and moved in an orderly manner. They were clearly a professional team.

Suddenly, Mo Yunting's eyes were drawn to the weapon in the hands of a man in black. It was a strange-looking pistol, emitting an eerie light that sent shudders down his spine. He couldn't help but feel an ominous premonition, as if the pistol concealed a great danger.

Just as he was contemplating a countermeasure, a bullet whizzed past. Mo Yunting reacted quickly, dodging the bullet by a narrow margin. However, he didn't stop. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the weapon of a nearby man and, without hesitation, fired continuously at the man in black.

As the gunshots rang out, one of the men in black was shot and fell to the ground, his blood staining the ground red. But the rest of the men in black did not retreat. They still resolutely attacked Mo Yunting, showing their tenacious fighting spirit.

Mo Yunting knew that the enemy before him was too powerful, and that continuing to fight would only put himself and his men in a desperate situation. So, without hesitation, he shouted to his men, "Retreat!" This roar was like thunder, resounding throughout the battlefield.

His voice was filled with majesty and decisiveness, like a military order that no one dared to disobey. Upon hearing this order, his men immediately took action, coordinating closely and covering each other, step by step away from the enemy's encirclement.

However, just as they were about to successfully evacuate, a shell suddenly fell from the sky and landed behind them. The huge shock wave generated by the explosion blew them away and they fell heavily to the ground.

Mo Yunting groaned in pain and struggled to get up. He looked around and found that more men in black were rushing in from all directions, quickly cutting off their retreat.

"Damn it!" Mo Yunting cursed inwardly, a flicker of determination in his eyes. He turned around resolutely and rushed towards the enemy, the weapon in his hand continuously spewing out tongues of fire, trying to buy more time for his men.

"Master Mo, what should we do?" A subordinate rushed to Mo Yunting and asked anxiously.

While fighting hard against the enemy, Mo Yunting shouted, "Find other exits! Spread out and try to delay time!" After that, he once again threw himself into the fierce battle to create more opportunities for his men.

His men responded one after another, spreading out and engaging in guerrilla warfare with the men in black. Mo Yunting, relying on his superb skills, cut a bloody path through the enemy group.

At this moment, he found a half-open door. He was delighted and rushed over. However, just as he was about to step into the door, a bullet hit his leg. He staggered and fell to the ground.

Mo Yunting was wounded in many places, and every movement brought excruciating pain, but he still gritted his teeth and used all his strength to slowly crawl towards the door. He knew that if he didn't seize this opportunity, they would most likely be wiped out.