Allen took the initiative to attack. The white-haired old man pulled the trigger at Djaja. The two men avoided each other. Shooting. Although different types of weapons are used, some of the bullets rub against each other. Allen huffed in annoyance as his feet rubbed against the stone steps. His limbs as much as possible do not experience a hail of bullets from Djaja. Allen was sure that the guild master was hiding his trump card.