Lan Xue, Mountain Eagle, and Ghost Hand quickly followed Luo Zheng, firing swiftly, wounding two more attackers who could still stand, leaving them alive. The three rushed forward, guns firmly aimed at the fallen ones, sternly ordering them not to move. Their hands on the guns were as steady as rocks, their eyes sharp, with no room for error; a sudden counterattack was no joke, and they absolutely could not be careless.
Luo Zheng approached the last surviving member of the attacked party, glanced at several knife wounds on their body, blood gushing, they wouldn't last long, confiscated the weapon from their hand, his gun still aimed at their chest. The target was large here, even if they suddenly fought back, he could swiftly hit, and he coldly commanded, "Tell me your identity and mission, and I promise to avenge you by killing them."
"I'll tell you if you let us go." One of the fallen ones suddenly shouted.
