Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...
The deafening gunshots filled every inch of the surrounding space.
The muzzle flashes and streetlights flickered in and out, rapidly alternating between brightness and darkness.
The people who had come with Mr. Xu were all highly trained private security personnel.
As soon as they charged forward, they instinctively formed a line and fired mercilessly at Lu Xin. Their bullets were precise and their attacks vicious. Yet from their perspective, Lu Xin actually looked excited as he faced the incoming bullets. His body twisted strangely in midair, and he instantly shifted several meters sideways, causing the bullets to strike empty space.
By the time they hurriedly moved their gun barrels to track Lu Xin, he had already closed in on them.
Under the light of the muzzle flashes and the surrounding streetlamps, his figure was fast and bizarre, as if leaving behind an afterimage. The security officer on the far left hurriedly swung his gun around to aim at Lu Xin, but by the time the barrel pointed at him, Lu Xin had already arrived right in front of him.
His face was pressed against the gun barrel.
The man was horrified and hurriedly pulled the trigger.
Lu Xin, who was being aimed at, revealed a terrifying smile. He tilted his head to the side and dodged the bullet that screamed past. Then he reached out and grabbed the security officer's arm. The man immediately felt his right arm turn icy cold, as if invaded by chill air. It seemed to lose all control, filling him with shock and fury. His left hand dropped quickly to draw the dagger strapped to the outside of his thigh.
But just as he drew the dagger, his right hand, already beyond his control, pulled the pistol from his waist