"Old An, what exactly do you want?" Seeing the two parties turning into such a scene after just discussing a few words, the Bureau Chief was full of anxiousness.
Don't see that this old man An Yangxu was already 60-plus-years-old, his temper was extremely hot and rash, having the type of bandit attitude commonly seen on the founding Nation generation's soldiers. When he set his eyes on something, if he couldn't obtain it, he definitely wouldn't give up. When he said he would fire, he definitely wasn't joking when he had no other solutions.
But as for Hong Dali's side, Tang Muxin, Lin Chuyin, and Li Nianwei naturally didn't need to be questioned—they were Hong Dali's loyal followers. The nine lackeys all had a Mechanical Holy Garment each too, and they were also aiming at the soldiers now. Although they might not dare to make the first move, if An Yangxu acted, it couldn't be sure that they wouldn't dare to fire back, too.
