"No rush."
Fang Zheng shifted his gaze upwards, looking into the depths of the valley, seemingly detecting something, and slowly spoke:
"Let's wait a bit longer."
After the explosion, the smoke cleared.
Although Master Ji remained unscathed, his body swayed, and his face was pale, clearly not without cost.
"Bang!"
The gunfire rang out again.
This time.
The bullet stopped just an inch from Master Ji's body, forcing him to take a step back.
"Kill!"
Two mercenaries charged forward with guns, first pulling the triggers continuously to shoot bullets, then drawing knives and stabbing out as they approached.
"Whoosh!"
"Boom!"
Silhouettes crossed.
Master Ji gasped for breath desperately, his hands trembling and hanging at his sides, with two more corpses at his feet.
"Good skill!"
Crippled John's eyes narrowed:
"I forgot, you know Qi Gong!"
The reputation of being an Energy Cultivation Master was naturally fake, but to fool so many people, he must have some real skills.
