Chapter 388: Evil Spirit Legion!

"Those slippery bastards actually brought out guns and other firearms!" "But if we're doing this, do you really think I came unprepared?" Curtis Casson's voice rang out, cold as ice, drilling straight into Draco Morton's and Eugene Simpson's ears. Their faces darkened at once, rigid with shock and anger. They clearly had not expected Curtis to be holding something back. Draco Morton's expression hardened. Murderous intent flickered in his eyes as he barked, "Save it. Open fire!" They had no intention...