In the Power Room.
Ivana Bennett fired her last bullet and then retreated behind the steel pillar.
Kicking away the empty shell at her feet, Sikong Yueming emerged from his hiding spot.
"Ivana Bennett, come out, I know you're out of bullets."
Footsteps echoed above her head.
Ivana looked up and through the gap in the steel-plated corridor overhead, saw Lucas Walker calmly descending.
"Fine, I'm coming out!" She extended her gun-holding hand, her finger hooked on the trigger. She then leisurely emerged from behind the steel pillar and looked at Sikong Yueming from a few meters away, "I'm out, are you going to kill me?"
Sikong Yueming stared at her calm face, a shadowy figure of Shura flashing before his eyes, and he exhaled softly.
"I admire you, but, I made a vow at Shura's death spot to honor her with your blood. I must honor my words, so..."
Nearby, a glint of light gleamed.