The eighteen micro-rushes of the Shadow Group had run out of bullets in a very short time, but they all missed their target.
Despite being inexplicably shocked, the well-trained members steadied their minds quickly and efficiently reloaded with new magazines without missing a second.
However, Xu Fan would no longer give them the chance to shoot at him.
As the electric light flashed in Xu Fan's cold eyes, members of the Shadow Group on the high wall dropped to the ground with a series of thuds. Qin Xiyue's face turned extremely ugly when he realized this.
The Qin Family's trump card, which they had relied on, was entirely taken care of without Xu Fan even lifting a finger.
Firing so many shots to no effect, they might as well have not shown up at all; there might have been a chance to turn things around.
