Call for help... But who could he call!
The captain of the security guard unit trembled violently. Only now did he clearly see that the person being trampled under this man's foot was none other than Makita Haruhiko, the master of the Imperial Martial Arts Dojo and one of Fusang's top ten Grandmasters!
This man trampled a Grandmaster underfoot and caught bullets with his bare hands. Was such an expert someone his security unit could deal with? Even if the nearby army troops arrived, they probably couldn't suppress and kill him.
The captain of the security guards collapsed to the ground, while the other two guards kowtowed desperately, their foreheads thudding against the ground again and again, fearing that their heads would roll in the next instant. In the face of death, how many could truly remain composed?
