Once his teammates were in position behind the yeti, Baek Ho-seung tightened his grip on his modified hand axe.
The five of them were a veteran team, long accustomed to working together. They exchanged signals, confirming their readiness to strike—
But Baek Ho-seung raised a hand, halting them.
“Wait. Let’s hold for a moment.”
“What the hell are you talking about? We need to hit it while it’s focused on them!”
“Yeah, what’s the hold-up?!”
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