"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."
Over a dozen experts swiftly drew out immensely sharp Cleaver Swords from their bodies. They wouldn't resort to guns unless absolutely necessary, as gunfire could attract a whole host of troubles.
Besides, given that it was Fourth Master's call to fight, these men of the martial arts world were full of blood, ready to fight with real guns and blades!
"Kill!"
With their Cleaver Swords in hand, the dozen experts charged forward, every one of them with a menacing gleam in their eyes, exuding overwhelming arrogance. Their very presence could suppress others!
Their rapidly converging footsteps composed a deadly tune of assassination. The cold gleaming blades wove together into a screen of light, enveloping Ye Chenfeng directly, and instantly submerging him!
However, Ye Chenfeng was still lazily puffing on his cigarette, his narrow eyes perpetually looking sleepy and indifferent, completely ignoring the Cleaver Swords slashing toward him.
