This was exactly the temperament of Old Master Guan. In recent years, as his age advanced and his chronic illnesses became increasingly severe, his temper had somewhat mellowed.
But now, feeling cornered, his true nature was revealed once again.
A robust roar, utterly domineering.
The group standing behind Old Zhou never imagined that this man, seemingly on the brink of death, still had the audacity of a young man in his bones.
For a moment, all were dumbfounded on the spot, quite frightened.
Harsh words had been spoken, and to continue aiming guns at Old Master Guan's group was tantamount to courting death.
Faced with this choice that offered no chance of survival, the group immediately showed signs of cowardice.
"You!"
The momentum was overwhelmingly suppressed in an instant, leaving Old Zhou's face looking particularly ugly.
