Trouble!
After learning the escape route of the group of outlaws and locating their signal, Huo Honghao realized that Zhang Beixing was right on their inevitable path of retreat. Alarms rang in his mind as he felt the situation spiraling out of control, far beyond his grasp.
This gang of outlaws was not only numerous, but they were also armed with finely crafted firearms. While not quite armed to the teeth, each had at least two guns for close and mid-range combat, and a few even had light sniper rifles! Daggers, grenades, rifles—all kinds of combat gear were at their disposal.
If Zhang Beixing ran into them at this moment... The moment they pulled their triggers, it would be rapid gunfire, a covering sweep. Beneath the full barrage of bullets, no matter how fast Zhang Beixing's reflexes were, or how skilled his movement technique was, he would be riddled with bullets, dead beyond dead!
