Inside Jiezhi Space, the battle had entered a fever pitch right from the start. Captain Hu and Pei Yan were swiftly separated by the enemy. Led by Zou Changxing, three men cornered Captain Hu to one side. Flames and ice shards intermingled, steam rising, making it momentarily impossible for outsiders to see the four figures.
"Can't we talk this over?" Pei Yan looked at the seven people surrounding him, snapped open the revolver's chamber, and twelve bullets shot out from his body, landing perfectly into the cylinder. He closed the gun with a smile and asked.
The young man called He Yue by Zou Changxing opened and closed his hands. As he did, transparent threads became more apparent, finally gathering into a large net between his palms. He smirked coldly, "But that's not exactly the gesture of someone who wants to talk!"
