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The crowd was dead silent.
This guy is insane...
The other side had already claimed to be from the Oasis Brotherhood, yet he shot his head off with a single shot, then continued shooting until the corpse was completely pulverized.
As Mu Fan turned around, the people behind him retreated three meters in unison.
Mu Fan casually pulled out a dark gold-patterned short stick from behind him, the heavy end landing on the sturdy wooden table beside him.
Thud...
The tip of the stick then gently slid, the scraping sound of metal against the tabletop sent a chill down their spines.
"Continue."
A calm voice echoed.
Some fierce mercenaries twitched at the edges of their faces but did not act out.
Mu Fan continued to scan the surroundings, his voice deep and powerful.
"...Continue?"
Bang!
The short stick was raised high, transformed into a lightning bolt as it fell.
The solid oak table was smashed into a mist of fragments under this strike.
