Zhang Bingcheng saw things escalate and anxiously started to retreat. Gao Hui was hesitant to kill, but Tang Zheng had already drawn his M1911 from its holster strapped around his calf and shot through his leg.
Gunfire erupted, leading to utter chaos on the site. The wastelanders who were spectating, intending to fish in troubled waters, didn't realize how out of control the situation would get. Within less than two minutes, the unfortunate souls at the front had fallen, all reduced to severed limbs as blood soaked the soil.
"Old Gao, get a meat shield." Tang Zheng held the strategist in front of him without stopping Yin Shangwu's rampage. He didn't have any particular sympathy for these hecklers.
"Tang Zheng, someone's going to start the armored vehicle." Old Gao ducked and shot at the soldiers and adventurers trying to escape or fight back, but there were too many of them to handle.
