"Today, even if you grew wings, you still couldn't fly away. I'm taking your head!"
Lostan looked around at the warriors swarming out, his confidence gradually restored.
They had already set up a tight trap here, so what if Ning Fan, severely injured, could still stand up? Eventually, he would still fall into their hands, right?
Bang! Bang!
The sound of the sniper rifle resounded again, but the smile on Lostan's face suddenly ceased.
Because Lostan realized the gunfire wasn't coming from their arranged firearms—it was someone else shooting.
Sure enough, two bursts of blood appeared among the surging crowd, and in an instant, two people were killed.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The gunfire continued, but the ones falling were always warriors from the Fang Guild.
On a distant container, A-Yu held a sniper rifle, continuously pulling the trigger, with a sniper whose throat had been slit lying at her feet.
