The fat-headed snake was also a mid-level talent. Although he had not mastered the Sacred Rhythm, he was already very capable among ordinary people. But at this moment, his fist was actually crushed to pieces!
He knelt to the ground with a thud, and upon seeing this, his subordinates picked up their weapons and charged forward.
However, just at that moment, the fat-headed snake roared, "Stop your nonsense!"
His subordinates hurriedly halted, looking at each other in confusion.
The fat-headed snake was no fool; clearly, the other party was an Evolver, and a mighty strong one at that.
Most importantly, while Lu Bu'er crushed his fist, she also took out a revolver from her pocket, casually spun the cylinder, and pressed the barrel against his forehead.
The fat-headed snake was a knowledgeable man and recognized it as military-grade hardware.
Only one kind of person dared to use military-grade weapons in public.
"Sir, military sir!"
