"Block them!"
In the aftermath of the explosion, the voice of the Fishbone Street Sheriff rang out.
The squad of guards immediately turned around, raising their guns to stop the three people.
Bang, bang, bang!
The flashes of the gun muzzles flickered.
Bullets shot out densely, but the three figures bursting forth seemed to anticipate each movement, some leaping, some pausing in their step, others charging forward swiftly.
Their movements varied, yet they seemed to act as one.
They not only evaded the bullets but also mounted a counterattack.
Whoosh, whoosh whoosh.
A series of sounds from slashing blades cut through the air.
The gun-wielding guards fell one after another, clutching their throats.
"Overestimating yourselves."
The one who threw the knives sneered several times, then his gaze shifted toward Jason.
"So you're the one who's been messing up our operations lately, huh?"
"Have you thought about how you want to die?"
The other coldly asked.
