"The ones who needed to come are here, and the preparations are nearly complete." The Stick Monk muttered to himself, gently swaying his head as though his ears were carefully listening for something.
"Get down!" The Stick Monk suddenly shouted, dropping flat to the floor.
Danny, Luke, and Jessica did not understand why, but they had heard the Stick Monk's warning and immediately followed suit, throwing themselves onto the floor.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
A dense barrage of gunfire erupted. Bullets came from every direction, punching through windows and doors and striking the Hand members who had formed the encirclement.
Blood sprayed everywhere, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.
The first to fall were Sowande's men. They were all elite soldiers armed with highly lethal firearms. Once they were dealt with, the danger facing the Stick Monk and the others would drop drastically.
After a fierce volley, more than half the Hand had been killed or wounded. The survivors scrambled behind cover, but Alexandra, Madam Gao, The Fixer, and Murakami emerged completely unscathed.
Their reactions had been faster. The moment the Stick Monk dropped down, they realized what was coming and immediately moved into the blind spots of the gunfire.
"Stick Monk." Alexandra crouched behind a table, rare anger entering her voice. "You really are a sly old fox!"
She had thought they could wipe them all out in one stroke. Who would have expected that old bastard, the Stick Monk, to fight so dishonorably?
To set them up, he had used himself as bait. Even Iron Fist and the others had become part of the bait, and he had shamelessly resorted to firearms.
Since when had the True Pure Society become so advanced? Weren't they supposed to play around with cold weapons like swords and knives?
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