Considering Hua Ling's personal reputation, as well as the collective face of the Demon Suppression Action Team.
Li Ying, though filled with indignation, still pulled Hua Ling into a side room, closed the door, and asked for details.
In the villa's living room, Xiao Feng sat back down on the sofa, his gaze sweeping over the row of gun barrels in front of him as he began to prepare for the worst-case scenario in his mind.
If this group had only received basic training, it would be relatively easier to deal with, but these were genuine elites. He couldn't underestimate their reaction abilities.
In such a small space, at such close range, if a fight broke out, he would have to take everyone down in an instant.
Otherwise, if even one person reacted, he'd be riddled with bullets.
For a moment, Xiao Feng somewhat regretted not bringing some colorless, odorless poison for self-defense.
"Now, I can only rely on the Thunder Pattern Steel and my own reaction abilities."
