Dongxing and 15K collided, and within the ranks of 15K, He Raotang, the top expert under Yang Biao flashed in front of him and said coldly,
"Think a few guns are scary? In my eyes, they're just sticks for kindling!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure flashed, transforming into a faint shadow that charged into the crowd. Screams of agony rose as several of Dongxing's gunmen were killed on the spot.
This scene unfolded in a matter of seconds, as swift as lightning and fleeting as fireworks.
The Dongxing bosses hadn't even snapped out of it when, inside the private room, a woman wearing a white mask flickered into view in front of He Raotang. The two exchanged a flurry of seven or eight blows in mid-air right away.
"Ah!" He Raotang grunted, retreating explosively back to Yang Biao's side as a trickle of crimson blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
His hand trembled slightly, and a thread of blood traced its way down his arm, dripping steadily onto the ground.
