Even in Qiao Liu and his group's eyes, there was a hint of mockery. It was as if they were looking at a bunch of fools.
Just at that moment—
Bang!
A gunshot rang out.
Hei Zi was startled, nearly sprawling on the ground.
"Who?"
"Which son of a bitch fired the shot?"
"Qiao Liu, you better not tell me it was you!"
According to the underworld rules, cold weapons must be used for such a duel. Everyone knew that firearms were a red line.
Once used, it would lead to mutual destruction.
By then, no one would benefit.
Qiao Liu shrugged his shoulders and said, "Of course, it wasn't me."
Hei Zi was about to say something when suddenly a dense crowd appeared around them, and under the lights, they were all dressed in the constabulary's uniforms.
"You are all surrounded!"
"I now order you to immediately lay down your weapons and surrender to us!"
Floodlights illuminated the area like daylight, with an unknown number of constabulary personnel arriving.
Hei Zi's face turned green.
