"What's going on?"
Charlie Curtis bellowed, "The assassin, not caught yet?"
A group of guards and bodyguards were scolded so fiercely they dared not lift their heads!
It was the captain of the guard who, trembling, stepped forward: "Patriarch, she... she's too strong, not even afraid of bullets..."
"Elder Tang is already dead!"
"We should retreat quickly!"
What kind of people were these, exactly?
Grayson Smith, who was not afraid of firearms, was considered the strongest in their hearts, but now another figure, Grace Floss, had emerged. Surely Oliver Walker's strength wouldn't fall short either, would it?
"I'm not going anywhere!"
"I want vengeance!"
"You bunch of trash, charge for me!"
Charlie Curtis had completely lost his mind. As an ordinary person, he knew nothing of the terror of ancient martial artists; he only knew that he had strength in numbers.
Couldn't over a thousand fully armed guards and bodyguards take down a single person?
