By the shore.
The sea breeze drifted gently, and several seagulls swept across the sky, crying out mournfully.
Several Jinbei Cars and trucks were scattered haphazardly around the area, corpses lying all over the ground. Behind one Jinbei Car, Boss Wu stood with a grim face and did not say a word. The rage in his chest was already burning fiercely. Looking at the only three remaining men beside him, his expression grew darker and darker, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The three men looked at one another. Hearing footsteps behind a truck not far away, they all swallowed hard. Even though they had more than one life on their hands, a chill still rose from the depths of their bones at this moment.
Taking on more than ten people alone and still making it look so easy—this was not someone they could handle!
The men instinctively tightened their grips on their pistols, their nerves stretched to the limit!
Leaning behind the truck, Dong Xuebin calculated that the other side did not have many people left. He shouted, "Listen up, Haibin Bathhouse! You're surrounded! You can't escape! If you want to live, put down your weapons and come out immediately! Put your hands on your heads and squat on the ground, got it? I'll say it again—if you want to live, put down your weapons immediately, throw your guns on the ground, and come out with your hands on your heads!"
One person surrounding so many people?
Before this, they would definitely have found it funny, but now, no one could laugh.
One of the men began to lose his nerve. "Boss, this..."
Click. Boss Wu pulled out a gun and chambered a round. "Kill him! Whoever dares run, I'll shoot him first!"
"There's only one of