chapter 137 Is that all you have?

In addition to being horrified, the gunmen did not dare to delay. They picked up the AK47 and other automatic rifles in their hands and fired wildly at the ghostly shadow in the hall. The walls everywhere were swept like a sieve, stirring up a cloud of white dust, but Stan Sowden remained safe and sound, his eyes fixed on the dozen or so gunmen one by one. "drink!" Stan Sowden let out a low shout and waved his windbreaker. A number of willow-leaf flying knives suddenly flew out, making...