"Bomb!"
Yang Sheng suddenly pulled out two cards and slammed them onto the table with force.
"Swoosh!"
An arrow tore through the air, striking like a venomous snake leaving its cave, brandishing its crimson tongue as it aimed for Wang Hao's nape.
Wang Hao was prepared, using his foot to hook the chair and flinging it over.
"Clang!"
Though the arrow pierced through the chair, its momentum had eased considerably, leaving it with little lethality.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Just then, deafening explosions erupted one after another. Smoke billowed, resembling the grinning face of the God of Death.
In an instant, the entire hall was thrown into utter chaos.
As the bosses and the wealthy scrambled in terror, the women's screams and the bodyguards' shouts all blended together into a discordant symphony.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..."
Over a dozen black-clad assassins wielding Curved Knives and crossbows burst through the windows.
