"Gulp..."
Someone swallowed hard. This gun—too sudden. This guy—too ruthless, right?
Blowing up someone's head and still adding a shot to the heart!
"Come on, you bastards, all of you over here." Lin Tian held the gun with both hands, pointing it remotely at a few people's heads, grinning with blood-stained teeth, and said, "Just now you brats hit me too, didn't you? Come on then!"
Things have escalated to this point; who would dare to step up? Do they not want their heads anymore?
Although they are masters of ancient martial arts, they aren't skilled enough to dodge bullets; that's just ridiculous!
In the span of a few words, Lin Tian had secretly operated his Spiritual Qi, stabilizing his breath.
Now, the gun in his hand is his greatest assurance. As long as there are bullets inside, these people won't dare to make a move easily.
"Damn! A bunch of cowards!"
