Tang Zheng moved even faster. He grabbed his Thunderstorm rifle and fired at their arms, rendering three people holding weapons disabled.
Their arms and bones were blown to a bloody pulp, showering the others. They were startled, and immediately surrendered.
"We didn't do anything? Really, we didn't touch her." There was no need for Tang Zheng to call off his attack, these guys were already stunned by the cruel scene before them.
The three men without arms lay on the ground like human sticks, constantly wailing and contorting in pain. A man was about to beg for mercy, but Tang Zheng's military boot crashed onto his mouth. His teeth shattered.
"Put your hands on your head, kneel down." Tang Zheng yelled, but these young men looked at each other instead of obeying immediately, still trying to claim innocence.
