At the same time, the security personnel in black clothes in the surrounding corridors noticed Casio and his companions and quickly surrounded them.
Also, some of the audience reversed against the crowd and moved upwards. Just now, two members of the Blood Spirit Association were blown away mid-air!
Looking at the suddenly bustling scene, Casio's expression remained unchanged. This was just the first step.
On the corridor edge, five or six black-clothed bodyguards rushed over. They reached for their waists and pulled out black handguns.
The gun muzzles aimed at Casio, continually shooting with a bang, bang, bang, bang.
Bullets were flying through the gun smoke, the nearby wooden seats were shot into holes, and there were many bullet marks on the walls and the floor.
In the thickest part of the bullet barrage, a silhouette was still striding like nothing was happening, without any hindrance.
He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers forming the shape of a handgun.
