Boom!!
The seemingly indestructible Hovering Car was no tougher than a potato chip beneath He Zhao's iron fist. The entire vehicle was blown apart. Flames shot into the sky as metal fragments flew everywhere, scattering in all directions like a shotgun from the age of Gunpowder Weapons.
A few unlucky bastards who had been close to the car were riddled by the wreckage on the spot. Blood spurted from all over their bodies, and with a thud, they fell flat on their backs, never making another sound.
"Hiss—"
When the rest saw such a bloody scene, they all sucked in a cold breath, then stopped in place as if by prior agreement, standing there obediently without moving a muscle.
They really did not want to follow in their comrades' footsteps and die miserable deaths, so they might as well surrender honestly.
After all, even the Retired Armor their big boss had picked up from the army could not beat this guy. What kind of waves could a bunch of armed men with nothing useful in their hands possibly make?
"As the saying goes, a wise man submits to circumstances. I need one person to take me to your lair. Remember, I only need one." The man wearing the Joyful Mask raised the middle finger of his right hand at the remaining twenty-plus people.
Everyone looked at one another, and the atmosphere grew heavy for a time.
None of those present were fools. The meaning behind his words was very clear.
Only one person here could survive.
The heavy atmosphere did not last long. In the next second, they began stabbing one another.
Bang!
Some of them held firearms and used the hard gunstocks to smash viciously at the people beside them.
Those who had yet to react collapsed in a