"Ah!"
A member of the Iron Fist Gang let out a scream and was sent flying several meters.
Other gang members immediately opened fire in retaliation.
Bang!
Bang bang!!
Gan Ziwen moved agilely, ducking down, but two players beside him were unlucky and got shot, dissolving into white light.
"Enemies! Kill them!"
From inside the dilapidated building, another seven or eight members of the Iron Fist Gang charged out, but the players were already quite close, wielding rusty farm tools and clashing with them.
One player, wielding a short axe used for splitting firewood, viciously chopped into a gang member's neck, splattering blood all over his face.
The next second, this hired player was turned into a sieve by small steel balls sprayed from nowhere.
Gan Ziwen took a quick step forward, wrapped his arms around a gang member's waist, and flung him into the air, slamming him hard onto the ground.
He stomped on his neck, crushing it and killing the man.
