"Do you think just pulling out a gun will do?" Li Chen said lightly.
What a joke, the King of the Netherworld once killed the entire Skywolf Mercenary Group alone, so what is a handgun?
Machine guns, bombers, tanks, mortar missiles—such an arsenal could shave off a layer of the ground, yet they hadn't even scratched a hair on Li Chen. The entire city was bombed through, but Li Chen still appeared alive and well before them.
Tiger, looking at the young man's unconcerned demeanor, couldn't help feeling a bit uneasy, and this unease grew stronger and stronger.
Having spent many years in bloody battles, Tiger had developed an innate sense for danger. He didn't know why, but when this young man looked at him, he felt an intense fear. In desperation, he couldn't care less about anything else and just gripped his pistol and pulled the trigger.
"Pop pop pop"
The bullets were fired continuously at Li Chen, who had already moved the instant Tiger pulled the trigger.
