"Oh, this is interesting."
A powerful Divine Thought radiates outward, and in just an instant, Zhang Xiaoshan's giant palm grasps the situation at the scene.
"Seems like an assassination?"
"Should I take action?"
Zhang Xiaoshan stops the Land Rover at the highway exit ramp, opting to remain inactive for the time being.
Originally, this assassination had nothing to do with him, and the identities of both parties were unknown—who was good and who was bad was still a mystery. Who should he help?
Let's wait and see.
...
At the exit, the battle has already reached a fever pitch.
Due to the narrowness of the ramp, the convoy of jeeps is squeezed together, with assassins positioned on both sides of the ramp.
Bullets come down like a torrential downpour, and in no time, several jeeps are taken out of commission.
Out of thirty guards, more than half are dead.
The remaining few are all severely injured.
"Damn it."
