Even Zhou Tairan, who used to be the president of the Martial Arts Association, felt his whole body hair stand on end, and his hands and feet turned cold.
Gulping.
Zhou Tairan swallowed saliva, and a cold sweat slowly ran down his forehead.
His feet were slowly moving backward.
"If I were you, I wouldn't move."
At this moment,
Chen Sheng, who was disgustingly shaking his leg, raised his head and looked at Zhou Tairan.
When he stared at him,
Zhou Tairan's body froze instantly.
"Chen Sheng... what kind of monster are you?"
His question,
Chen Sheng did not answer.
Instead, he looked at the combat personnel and spoke expressionlessly.
"Put your guns down."
Clatter.
Without any hesitation.
The moment the words fell,
More than ten rifles appeared on the ground.
"How can I untie their situation?"
Chen Sheng pointed to the martial artists on their backs.
"They just inhaled a special medicine, and their nerves have been paralyzed."
