"Quick, go check on Mimili! She's my only daughter!"
"She won't act recklessly, we have to trust her."
"Oh, my God! You didn't even give her a Light Shield generator!"
Kolev, still shackled in metal cuffs, dashed up in a hurry, grabbed the laser pistol from Yang Ming's waist, and rushed after Mimili.
The old man had been unsteady moments ago, clearly from lying in bed too long, his legs a bit numb, with no injuries at all on his body.
Yang Ming was slightly speechless at the sight.
Didn't these two have any clue about their own combat strength?
Yang Ming quickly ran forward, took the externally suspended Light Shield generators from his upper arms, and tossed them far behind Mimili and Kolev.
A few Mechanical Guards appeared in the corridor ahead, reaching out their arms to grab Mimili.
