He was furious, truly furious.
He was driven back at his own headquarters?
He simply couldn't believe it!
Soon, on the second floor, dozens of black-clad martial artists appeared, their expressions icy, utterly ferocious.
Their hands held machine guns that now recklessly spit fire, bullets erupting forth.
Seeing this, Kong Qi and the others quickly retreated and used stone pillars for cover.
Meanwhile, Crow pulled out a deck of cards from his bosom and scattered them.
Pupu pupu pupu!
Instantly, those machine gun-toting martial artists on the second floor had a playing card stuck in their necks.
Their bodies stiffened before they fell to the ground, eyes bulging.
Because they couldn't believe that their opponent was so formidable.
A mere playing card turned out to be sharper than a dao, slicing through their throats.
In a blink, all the machine gunners on the second floor were killed.
