Worried about remaining cult members, Yang Xiao mustered his strength to raise his hand, aiming the gun at the safety door. Moments later, a few silhouettes dressed in black suits appeared.
"Bang!"
The shot went off course, hitting the safety door. "Don't shoot, we're on the same side!" someone yelled from behind the door.
Upon hearing his voice, Black Sunglasses's expression visibly improved. He headed towards the safety door. "They're our people, they're with us!"
With their own people coming in, it meant the crisis was over, and only now were they truly safe.
Leaning against the wall, Yang Xiao was gasping for air. People kept coming over to check the injured, dressing wounds, while another armed team inspected the nearby rooms for any hidden stragglers.
Fu Qingzhu was severely injured and was carried away on a stretcher. After Yang Xiao had his superficial injuries treated, he intended to leave. Yet, before he could exit the safety door, he was stopped by several people.