The leader sneered, "It seems, friend, you haven't heard the saying that many voices can wear down metal. If you care about your reputation, give us our army back. We're not greedy; we just want these Undead. They were part of our Legion to begin with. That way, everyone's happy. What's there not to like?"
"It's a real pity, then, because I just love smashing others' unrealistic fantasies." Li Yao leisurely pulled out a Gatling gun, a cold light flashing in his eyes. "And I detest being threatened the most. If you had asked nicely, even if I was unwilling, I wouldn't have sent you on your way. Too bad, you're just too low."
As he spoke, Li Yao pulled the trigger, and a stream of fiery bullets sprayed forth.
These players had not expected him to act without hesitation, let alone with such a ferocious Gatling gun. They were completely taken by surprise.
Instantly, with the rapid barrage of bullets, the players who failed to react in time were mowed down like wheat.
