"Lin Beichen, you come here alone. Are you asking to die?"
Zhang Songqiao coldly shouted, a glimpse of killing intent flickering in his eyes.
Lin Beichen couldn't be bothered to reply, instead, he focused on inspecting the offerings on the altar.
Two elite assassins immediately stepped forward, pressing their gun barrels against Lin Beichen's chest.
"Our boss is asking you a question. Kneel down immediately. If you dare resist, we'll open fire directly."
Lin Beichen casually waved his hand. As if brushing away dust, he swept the two guns aside.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two assassins instantly fired their guns without hesitation.
The bullets, like raindrops, aimed at Lin Beichen's vital spots, evidently intending to kill him instantly.
"Why bother with these futile actions?"
Lin Beichen said lightly, exhaling gently.
Spiritual light enveloped his front, forming into a vortex, encapsulating all the bullets within.
