But faced with the hail of bullets sweeping in from all directions, Xue An looked as if he'd been scared stupid, standing there without moving an inch.
Meng Yi laughed triumphantly, as if he could already see Xue An being blasted into dust.
As for Shu Jingchu and Jin Shanquan, their hearts had jumped straight into their throats.
At the same time, countless watchful gazes were cast down from the starship above.
"Young Master, this supporter's situation seems rather unfavorable, so you should hurry and leave on the shuttle now. I believe these Firearms Society people are only here for money, they probably won't chase after you!" A man with a wound on his forehead said anxiously.
A slender, pale‑skinned youth stood before the ship's observation window, the slightly sickly face showing no readable expression.
"Wait a bit longer, there should be a reversal yet," the youth said softly.
