A crowd of over a hundred people, all armed, had cleared the streets, with even the wonton stall owner abandoning his stall to dive into the alleyway.
In just ten seconds or so, only Lin Nianhe and Shen Hongzun were left by the wonton stall.
Hearing the gunshots, Lin Nianhe didn't even lift her eyes, continuing to eat her wontons.
The blood-pumping thugs, wielding their blades, charged forward, but when they were merely ten meters away from Lin Nianhe, a burst of crackling explosions erupted in front of them.
Zhou Laosi had fired a volley, lining the ground with smoking black holes.
"Damn it, you dare to act tough with a few measly knives? Come on! Let's see who's not afraid to die!"
Yang Jiawen felt confident at first, but after seeing the other party's hardware, his small revolver suddenly seemed like a toy.
Zhou Laosi himself was also getting pumped up, his heart racing.
The charging youths were stunned and began to retreat instinctively.
