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"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Amid the half-mixed, half-cloudy white smoke, Qing Wanglai's gunshots rang out without pause, mingling with the sounds of bullets plunging into flesh and forcing those people back step by step.

After several consecutive shots, just as Qing Wanglai ejected the magazine and slammed in a fresh one, Chen Hongyu and Qian Fu dragged a shelf from beside the wall and toppled it toward the black-clad, masked people, trying to buy Qing Wanglai some time.

Behind her, Li Huowang charged out like a cheetah, raised the kitchen cleaver in his hand, and brought it down in a single stroke on someone's neck. Hiding behind him, Yang Na screamed as she raised her Pepper Spray and sprayed those people furiously.

The chaos did not last long. When Qing Wanglai's gunfire rang out again, the situation gradually became clear.

Faced with Li Huowang's counterattack, those people soon could no longer hold out and retreated outside.

Clearly, the people outside had not expected Li Huowang and the others to fight back so fiercely, and they were caught completely off guard.

Once the white smoke inside the room had fully dispersed, the utterly chaotic room abruptly fell silent.

Panting heavily, Li Huowang reached up and touched the blood on his neck. He looked around at the several corpses lying in pools of blood. Four wore masks; the other corpse was Wang Gang.

As for the other two people they had caught earlier, they seemed to have escaped in the confusion.

Li Huowang did not care about the two who had run away. Instead, he recalled the fierce clash just now. He had once considered the possibility of coming into direct conflict with these people, but he had never imagined it would happen this way.

He walked over to Yang Na. Seeing that