"Scorps! Scorps!!!"

Wolfclaw and the others shouted out to Scorps but got no response. The Rondoniers were dumbfounded, confused as to what was happening. They had lost contact with two of their comrades, and Adrian was still walking on the streets with zero intention of leaving.

To them, Adrian was the shortcut they needed to a life of fame and glory. Their names would be spread far and wide if they killed him.

"What's going on, Wolfclaw? We've lost contact with Gunther and Scorps. Are they really that unreliable?"

Wolfclaw was fuming. He was surprised that two of the people he handpicked had dropped the ball when it mattered most. Infuriated, he yelled, "That damn Draco is still down there! All of you, fire your weapons the moment he's within range. Take him down with everything you've got!"

"Copy that!"

"Roger!"

In an instant, dozens of men pointed their guns from behind the shadows. Their weapons trained on their target as they waited for him to get within range.

"Fire!"