While handing Tang Xiu a pistol, Tang Wei whispered, “Brother, I know your Kung Fu is amazing, but no matter how powerful it is, you can’t avoid bullets. Take this gun. We can’t afford to lose, neither can we let you have any accidents.”
Tang Xiu took the pistol. After inserting it to his waist, he then nodded and said, “All of you, remember. We’re carrying out a sneak raid, so don’t open fire as far as possible. The guns do have silencers, but many experts are still able to hear it.”
“Understood!” Everyone accented and grabbed the machetes on the floor.
Seven or eight minutes afterward, they appeared in another factory and successfully killed the ten men inside.
On the roof of the office building.
Topherson was frowning deeply. He put away the binoculars and gave it to the big man beside him, hinting him to observe the surroundings. He then sat, taking out a cigarette.
