"Who exactly are you?" Seeing that the newcomer ignored him, Mu Sen's eyes flickered with a gloomy light, "No matter who you are, you're staying here today!"
As he spoke, Mu Sen waved his hand, and a pistol appeared in it; the dark muzzle emitted a breath of death as it fired a bullet toward the middle-aged man.
Mu Sen was an excellent marksman, ranked among the best in the Golden Triangle area. His pistol was an exploding pistol; if a bullet hit the target, it would leave a wound as big as a bowl on their body.
"No matter who you are, you are surely dead!"
The middle-aged man ignored the exploding bullet as if it was nothing. Suddenly, a flash of cold light passed by, and the bullet was blasted apart in mid-air.
The Indian Snake King's eyes narrowed, "You... you are the Endless Cold Gleam, God Butcher of the China Dragon Group?"
God Butcher? Hearing this name, Mu Sen couldn't help but shiver.
