The man with the bushy beard disdainfully glared at the other party, not taking the squad leader's threats seriously at all. He coldly said, "Kid, let me remind you, your captain is just severely injured, not dead yet, and Snow Bear isn't for you to speak for. I was invited by your captain, try making a move, let's see how your captain deals with you, if you have the guts, fire the gun!"
"Clatter!" Over a dozen mercenaries around raised their guns aimed at the squad leader, their faces cold as ice, filled with endless killer intent, the surrounding air seemingly frozen, brimming with gunpowder smell, just needing a spark to detonate, and the man with the bushy beard coldly stared at the squad leader without speaking.
