The elderly man named Liu Yuntian let out a hearty laugh, picked up a gun from the ground, racked the slide, and said, "I participated in shooting competitions when I was young; although I'm advanced in age, my aim is still reliable. Young man, off you go, we'll take care of ourselves."
Leng Xuan hummed in acknowledgment and then dashed out of the room. Since gunshots had already been heard, all the factory guards were aware that something was amiss and had ambushed the area outside the cell. As soon as Leng Xuan stepped out, a rapid succession of gunfire erupted.
With a cold smirk, Leng Xuan's form flickered like a phantom, and all the bullets missed their mark. He sprinted towards the guards who were shooting, and with every punch, a man went down. Gradually, the guards began to feel fear, for they had never seen such a formidable person; someone who couldn't be killed by firearms—was he even human? Thus, they started to slowly retreat.
