The opposition had many people, and they were ferocious—bullets fired one after another, as if they would never run out.
Mu Qiankun's bullets quickly ran out. He could only cling to an empty gun, waiting to be captured.
"It seems like they're out of bullets now." Mu Qiankun heard someone from the other side say that. Moments later, he, the big guy, and Lin Sheng were surrounded in a loud commotion by a group of charging men.
Numerous dark gun barrels pointed directly at their heads.
"I surrender!" Mu Qiankun raised his hands in defeat. This time, he was completely finished.
However, when he clearly saw the people who had taken them prisoner, his eyes widened: "You're not the police!"
"Kun... Kun Bro! Why is it you?" The person on the other side was clearly shocked as well.
"Old Jin, what are you doing here?" Mu Qiankun was also stunned. The Old Jin he was referring to was the supplier who had always operated from the other side of the border.
