Team leader long staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.
He covered his face in pain and could not raise his head for a long time.
The armed men around him suddenly reacted and turned around to point their guns at Lu Xin.
More than a dozen submachine guns were aimed at one person at close range, but the person who was being aimed at was not the one who was afraid.
The metal fighters watched as Lu Xin stubbed out his cigarette. The knuckles of their fingers had turned slightly white. They seemed to be familiar with aptitude users, so they did not show any curiosity or surprise when they saw the battle between Lu Xin and the young man in the Tang suit. They only felt fear. It was a fear that they had lost control of their own fate after seeing the huge gap between them.
Until now, they still could not understand how such a terrifying and desperate situation was formed.
"If I were you, I wouldn't shoot."
